Book 15: It's Your Fault

Marianna

The day drags on with a rotation of visitors, nurses, healers. Unsurprisingly, student witches from the healing academy who were practically foaming at the mouth to get a glimpse of the first person to be cursed with dark magic and survive longer than a day in… a very long time.

I sit through it all. Sometimes my mom pesters me with questions about how I’m feeling, if I’m ready to eat, if I want to go back to sleep. Other times I’m with Skye, who seems to be suddenly in bloom around several other magical, powerful people she doesn’t yet know are family.

But Blake hasn’t come. I’ve barely heard his name spoken. I assume he’s away in Maatua or Crescent Falls, whatever Maeve said his plan was.

I try not to feel disappointed he didn’t even say goodbye.

In the late evening, I’m deemed recovered enough to be moved upstairs to the beautiful, luxurious guest suite where Mom and Skye have been staying. Minerva administers my nightly dos