By the time Dr. Bethann Davies returned, Benen had drifted off to sleep. He started in the chair and blinked hard at her, but she only sighed.
“None of my tests say you’re experiencing any side effects from that orb apart from the residual magical aura. Congrats, Benen, you haven’t strayed across a curse. You ought to get some rest, though.”
“On a case,” said Benen, then yawned. Bethann picked up a needle and added it to her bag. “Sleep when it’s over.”
“I’d warn you against it, but you won’t listen, will you? Get out of here—I have to go examine the man you locked up now.”
Benen shuffled back down the corridor, not expecting Evander to like having to give blood, but seeing whether blood reacted to a special solution was still the fastest way to check for a curse. He yawned again. He d
