He looked at me intensely, rested his back on the luxurious brown chair and with both arms across his chest as he crossed his leg on the other leg without taking his eyes off me.

“My daughter is sick.’ I said as I swallowed, knowing he was waiting for me to go on with what I was saying. “You are the only one that can cure her.’

“How? Are all doctors dead in the world? Do I look like a fucking doctor to you?’

“No.’ I nodded. “But you have the power to heal her.’

“What the heck are you talking about? Heal her?”

“Yes, Lycaon. She is sick, and...