"Where is my cousin?" Lucien questioned the guards at the door.
"The infirmary, Your Grace," one of the guards replied.
Nodding, Lucien calmly walked onto the veranda, forcing himself into a slow stride so he didn't seem like he was in a hurry.
The infirmary suddenly seemed so far, and even as he kept questioning himself why he was behaving the way he was, he kept walking forward, needing to see what Rowan was up to.
Finally, he stood in front of the door, his breath uneven from the sudden panic that had taken over him at the dining table.
He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the door, quietly pushing it open.
He was expecting to see Soren standing over Elian, tending to his wrist. Instead, he saw three men sitting around the small table in the corner of the infirmary, eating.
His fingers clenched around the doorknob before he quietly cleared his throat, announcing his presence.
