“I will meet with him. Assess him,” Yrene conceded. Her voice only wobbled slightly. She clutched that piece of paper in her pocket. “And then decide if I will heal him.” Hafiza considered. “Fair enough, girl,” she said quietly. “Fair enough.” Yrene blew out a shaking breath. “When do I see him?” “Tomorrow,” Hafiza said, and Yrene winced. “The khagan has asked you to come to Lord Westfall’s chambers tomorrow.”
