CHAPTER 220
Argon looked away. Gandrik lowered his head slightly. Even Livius remained quiet. For a long moment, only Ezekiel's steady breathing could be heard.
Bryar pushed himself away from the window. His boots crossed the floor in measured steps. Then he stopped before Livius. The healer lifted his eyes to meet his.
He studied him for a moment. Then his voice came out lower than before. "You allowed me to enter because you thought I could help."
It wasn't a question.
Livius didn't deny it.
The Gargoyle King let out a humorless breath.
His gaze briefly drifted toward the unconscious king on the bed before returning to the healer. "Because this is familiar to me."
The room became even quieter.
Argon's eyes narrowed slightly. Gandrik's shoulders stiffened. Livius remained motionless.
Bryar looked between the three wolves. Then he shook his head. "Well, let me tell you all." His voice was far too calm. "No one can help him."
