Séverin did not look like himself. He looked out of breath. Wild-eyed. Frustrated. Laila was supposed to give him the key. Had something gone wrong? Panic struck Zofia. “Is Laila harmed?” At her name, spots of color appeared on Séverin’s face. “Your face is red.” Séverin cleared his throat. “I was walking fast. And no, Laila looks fine. I mean, she is fine. Never mind. I’m fine. Everything is—” “Fine?” “Yes,” said Séverin.
