Chapter Twenty-Nine
Two days later, Adalard stared out at the palace garden through the office window. The flowers didn’t seem as vibrant. It was as if they struggled to thrive without his mother’s energy.
He didn’t bother to turn when the door opened behind him. He sensed his twin the moment Arrow entered the room. Arrow crossed the room and stood next to him.
“How is Samara doing?” Arrow asked.
“Better. Jaron wanted to keep her another day, but she refused,” he said.
They both turned when Ha’ven entered the room. Adalard studied his older brother’s face. From the irritated expression on it, he suspected that at least one of Jaron’s other patients was being as difficult as Samara.
“How are they doing this morning?” he asked.
“Mother is still unconscious. She is in serious but stabl
