The blood continued to drip down my legs as I walked to my mother. Whatever kind of touch this imp had, it had the power to keep my wounds fresh and open. It was a horrifying thought and I was only thankful that the same had not been done to Nicon. I tipped my head to my mother and eyed Simon as he glared at my passenger. It wasn’t as if I blamed him exactly. “We are here to broker peace between fae and imps.”
“I was not aware you were going to bring her to meet me directly.” My mother left Simon’s side and flanked by her healer she walked toward us. “I take it that this means that Nicon is on the mend?” she tilted her head as she spoke.
“No,” the imp chirped. I couldn’t tell what she was doing from my vantage point but as my mother’s eyes narrowed on her I knew it could be nothing good.
