Elena gave the order to move the wounded immediately, pulling the confrontation away from the open clearing and into the relative privacy of the hunting party's central camp, Logan carried carefully on a makeshift litter while healers worked urgently to slow the poison's progression.
Adrian followed, his earlier composure completely gone now, and once the tent flap closed behind them, shutting out the gathered nobles' prying attention, Elena turned on him directly.
"Explain the title," she said. "Now. Logan is dying while you stand here deciding how much truth you can afford to tell me."
Adrian's jaw tightened, something breaking visibly behind his controlled exterior. "The Hollow Prince," he said slowly, "is what my father's inner council calls me, because they believe I carry no true
