Chapter 22 - A Little Heavy Handedness Might Be Justified

Wroth let out a contemptuous snort.

“Of course, she is.” He gave an angry chortle of sarcasm and rolled his eyes. “I surmised that from that fact that she became immediately ill upon contact with people from this village and that no one seemed to care that she was ill in the least due to Healer Healer Mayard telling everyone she was faking it for attention every time he’s drugged her in the past.”

Caleb’s mouth opened wide and he dropped his fork. Lan clenched his fists as fury set upon him.

“Healer Mayard isn’t the town healer. He was supposed to be traveling with the caravan that we burned. That’s what Lyla was telling me when she became ill.” The prince’s voice was ominous and the anger he felt darkened his face in the firelight.