Thalina's stomach dropped. What?
Her brows furrowed. That wasn't normal.
Zorath's fingers curled slightly. This wasn't just an illness.
This was something else.
Something deliberate.
His voice came out cold. "And why was I not informed?"
The healers immediately bowed again, the scent of their fear growing thicker in the air.
"Forgive us, my lord!" one of the healers said in fear.
"We were under orders!" Another one joined in, simply trying to save their heads.
Zorath's expression darkened. "Whose orders?"
A beat of heavy silence.
Then—"Second Lord Tharion."
Zorath stilled.
His expression froze over.
Thalina stiffened beside him, her brown eyes darting to his face.
The second lord?
Zorath's fingers twitched as his mind raced. Tharion had deliberately kept this from him?
Why?
His voice was dangerously low. "And why would Tharion give such an order?"
