Kane stared out the passenger window as Cyrus navigated the Jaguar through midday traffic, Madam Xiu's cryptic verse replaying in his mind.
"Time is already running out," Kane muttered, his fingers drumming anxiously against his thigh. "Did she mean what I think she means?"
Cyrus glanced at Kane, noting the tension in his shoulders.
"We'll check on her the moment we return to Veyr Corp," Cyrus said, his voice steady and reassuring.
"Isabelle will have updates on her condition."
Kane's leg bounced restlessly. "But what if—"
"Kane." Cyrus reached over, placing his hand over Kane's fidgeting fingers.
"Madam Xiu confirmed the healing shard exists. That's more than we had this morning."
"A riddle about halls of stone and mercy sleeping isn't exactly a GPS location."
"We'll figure it out." Cyrus squeezed Kane's hand gently.
Kane's breathing slowed slightly, though worry still creased his brow.
