Chapter Four Hundred-Ten – Tension
Asher turned to Prince Sorren. His younger brother being allergic to magic should be an easy problem to solve.
"Can't Thales do something about his problem?" That one was a big time witch, wasn't he? He should be able to take the negative flow of whatever in the boy's body.
"If we haven't been called to your dinner party, Thales would most probably be on it as we speak."
Asher shook his head. Sorren always liked to make him at fault in everything. Did he also act this way with Sigma or just him because they mutually disliked each other?
The doctor finished quickly when he sensed that the three in the room were most likely having some sort of rivalry. He could sense the dislike coming from the beautiful Lycan Prince and his own King feeling the same. But then his own patient was glaring at the King as he argued with his supposed caretaker. The doctor bowed and told the King. "I'd bring the results in the next three days."
