[Evelyn’s POV]
“Hello, Michael.”
My voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the figure in front of me to go stiff. From where I was standing, Michael was currently hunched over on a small cot with his back facing me.
I wasn’t sure what I expected when he began to move around and face me. From what I was told, he had taken a serious beating from Alexander the night that I’d been drugged. But when the two of us finally came face-to-face, I was a bit surprised to find that most of Michael's face had already been well into the healing phase.
That’s a shame.
There was nothing more than a light shade of bruising around his nose and right eye.
For someone like myself who was always looking to help others, and worked primarily with plants for their medicinal properties, I truly thought t
