By the time noon crept across the compound, Sienna's fever had long broken, yet she remained in a deep, stubborn sleep. Her body, exhausted from the night's ordeal, refused to stir. Elias kept going in and out of her room, sitting by her side, and grumbling about why she was taking too long to open her eyes. The poor doctor was at his nerves end thanks to the fox lord.
Right now, Elias, the Veythar elders and Timothy were locked inside the bedroom, sitting opposite Elias, around the bed. The expressions on the faces of the elders were grave, while Timothy stood at attention with a slim tablet that he was swiping.
They had just had a conversation about the missing death certificates of the Millers. A mystery that they would rather not solve, but had no choice but to do so.
