All week my magic had been weak. I don’t know much about how my magic works, but my most substantial parts were definitely because of Azza. I try to talk to her every day to help her. Daemon says he talks to Devlin often and that it might help if Azza hears me. I tell her I love her and can’t wait to set her free. Even if she can’t hear me, I tell her every day how much I love her.
Daemon could tell I was drained and had been helping me every day. I hated relying on someone else, but when Friday rolled around, he told me he had a doctor from their court come to look at me in private. I agreed to meet him; I’ll do anything to feel better at this point.
I was in Daemon’s room when a tall, scrawny man walked in. He introduced himself as Dr. Reis and asked to examine me. I nodded, and he too
