“What about Glaen?” Jordan asked him.
“What do you know of Glaen?”
“Sara drank a bunch of it at a demon party a few nights ago. She started getting sick a day later.”
Roland came to stand beside Jordan. “Don’t forget the times she glowed when she was asleep before she drank the Glaen. No way was that normal.”
Eldeorin nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like she was already approaching liannan. Consuming that much of our drink at one time could be a catalyst to someone like her.”
“Will she be okay?” Roland asked, his voice strained.
Eldeorin gave me a reassuring smile. “Yes, but she needs proper care.”
Nikolas looked at me with a closed expression. “What kind of care?”
“She will need to be near our kind, at least until she passes through the most difficult stage. The best place for her
