Lucian’s POV
I didn’t wait for Kylan to finish his sentence.
I was already moving, shoes echoing down the corridor like drumbeats. Kylan fell in step beside me, his usual grin nowhere in sight.
“Straight to the infirmary?” he asked, matching my pace.
“Straight there,” I said. “If Gaius has answers, I want them now.”
We took the shortest route, cutting through the servants’ passage so no one would slow us down with bows or questions. The narrow stone hallway smelled of damp moss and old wax. My mind kept replaying the same words: *the royal physician might have found something to explain Elara’s origins.*
Kylan glanced sideways at me. “You’re walking like the palace is on fire. Relax, she’s safe in her room.”
“Safe doesn’t mean I’m not going to lose my mind if this takes another day,
