“ANYTHING?” I ask the soldier hurrying toward me as I stride through the infirmary wing.
Roy shakes his head.
“Nothing. We’ve had two of our witches go over the area. There’s no trace of magic, but there’s no scent, either, not even the healer’s. Lord Zane’s blood is there, but there’s no scent. We used human testing to check the blood. It’s his.”
My jaw tightens.
“Has Lord Zane woken up?”
“Yes,” Roy says. “He’s waiting for you to come see him.”
I start walking toward the part of the infirmary that is reserved for those of royal blood or nobility. Zane Radrick falls into both categories. He’s the nephew of the late queen’s cousin and from the prominent Radrick family. He is also part of the Umbra Council, which could mean he’s dangerous. He has never really revealed which faction of
