Chapter Fifteen

 "Cursed? How?" I searched Callan's face, finding nothing but a burning anger simmering behind his eyes. 

 "A sickness. The land is slowly losing its ability to produce adequate crops. The people here…" his voice trailed off. "They are starving, falling ill, dying." 

 I hadn't noticed anything sick about this place. Everyone I have seen so far seemed healthy. No one looked starved. I had seen gardens outside of Seafoam Castle just the other day when I arrived. 

 "Everywhere?" I pressed. Callan took another sip of the blood. Gone was the heat that had consumed me only moments ago. It was replaced with an icy chill. A coldness that reached deep into my bones. 

 "There are signs of the curse in almost every court. You have not seen any so far because Seafoam Court has yet to suffer. It has worked its way from the top."