CHAPTER THRITEEN

"What is wrong with father?" A fresh faced Adalia budged in her parent's bedroom. She had heard that her father wasn't well but she always thought it was a ploy to get her to come out of her room. But it wasn't her siblings' habit to use the same lie thrice. She sat next to her father on his bed and took his hand. "What's wrong daddy?"

Gabrielle grunted in pain when he tried to move. "I think I ate something bad."

"That can't be it," Liora paced around the room, her desperate fingers clawing through her hair. "It's something else and I know it."

Adalia looked over at her mother and she knew exactly how she felt. "Don't worry daddy, the healer will get something for you."

She jumped off the bed and signaled Conan to follow her outside. "Are you sure it's not an assassination attempt?"