“What the hell are you wearing?” Rory’s retort rang out through the Healer’s Chamber as Rían rushed in and found the first unoccupied bed. After the servant pulled back the sheet, he carefully laid Casira down, making sure her head centered on the pillow. By this time, his brother had rustled from his bed and was at his side, both looking down at the girl. Rory sniffed, “And what’s that smell? You have on perfume?”
“Not now, Ror–” Rían knew his brother was there, but the surreal vacuum around him was sucking away all his attention. Healers were barking orders at him and Izak about where to put Casira and Chaz, how to position them; everything around him moved in a rapid commotion. It was like his brain hadn’t caught up with what was going on, though he was watching it all happen.
Whispin
