Madriod's pov

It’s been three days since Elsie came back, but she still can’t talk. She can’t even walk. Every time I look at her lying there, it feels like my chest is getting squeezed. Her eyes open sometimes, but when they do, it’s like she’s looking at a whole different world…one I can’t see.

Mia’s pacing around the room like she always does when she’s restless. “I thought you said she’s immortal, Madriod,” she says for the hundredth time, her voice sharp.

I clench my jaw, trying to keep my cool. “She is, Mia.”

Mia stops and crosses her arms. “Then why isn’t she waking up properly? Huh? Why...