Davies’ POV

Gregory suddenly stood up, eyes blazing with fury.

Without warning, he grabbed the pot sitting on the floor beside the sorceress and threw it across the room. It crashed loudly against the wall, its shards scattering everywhere.

“Enough.” he snapped, his voice rough. “Do you think I’m blind and can't see through your so-called sorcery?”

He stepped closer, wielding a finger in her face like he was going to scold her.

“Stop spouting out the things that come to your mind and do exactly what has to be done. You have to save Stephanie, you know what is wrong with her, you should also find the cure instead...