One hundred and sixty-eight

***Genevieve's POV***

Bryony had been pacing in the loungeroom again, something had made her nervous after her sister rang but she wouldn’t say anything, but something changed. Her tears stopped as she nervously paced in front of the door, jumping at every noise she heard. Torin's wounds finally healed after he managed to wash majority of the poison from them. Valerius was staring off into space,