Page 39 of Until the End of Ever
Plus, they were both far too stunning to have a single drop of human blood in their veins. They had no flaw.
“Oh, it’s Cassiopea, dear. Give me three to five minutes—the coast should be clear.”
Silver and I both stared, watching her walk right towards Isla’s room from behind the wall where we stood.
It took less than two minutes before a dozen healers were leaving all their posts in order to accommodate Lady Regis.Cassiopea.
“I wanna be her when I grow up,” Silver started.
“You’d have to be like, a foot taller to be that regal. Sorry, Sil. You’re stuck with cute.Ican be Lady Regis.”
“Can you, now?” she smirked knowingly.
Rolling my eyes, I dashed towards Isla’s room.
Handling the slight swelling in her head took less than a minute, and I also healed her ankle—only halfway, ensuring that she wouldn’t need to spend weeks in a cast, hopping around on crutches. I didn’t want to completely take care of it; the healers would notice. I’d have to hunt down Isla after she was discharged to help with the rest.
“That was easier than planned. Let’s see how Elias is doing,” Silver suggested.
I was familiar enough with the ward to know the hiding spots—cupboards, nurse stations, rooms marked as empty and the occasional snack trolley. We managed not to get caught by anyone until we finally found the boy in the outpatient ward.
The first thing I noticed was the iron cuff around one of his wrists, tying him to the bed.
Fuck.
Lucian was nowhere to be seen, but there was a healer and two inquisitors in the room.
“I’ll ask again, young lady,” the inquisitor insisted. “What’s your name?”
The boy remained silent, those fiery eyes set on his hands.
What the ever-loving fuck were they playing at? It was just a kid, and he hadn’t done anything unlawful in Highvale. Treating him like a criminal was abject.
But I already knew what happened to people with too much power and no protection.
“Where’s Lucian?” Silver hissed.
“I bet anything they made him leave so they could start this nonsense,” I whispered back.
I grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from the room before she could start shouting in defense of her favorite hairdresser.
“Neither of us have any power here,” I reminded her. “If the council already marked him as dangerous, they have their bloody protocol. We need Lucian to do his ‘I’m Lucian Regis’thing. I doubt he’s already left.”
Silver sighed, glancing backward, like she would have much preferred a shouting match. “He’s probably with Gideon.”
I nodded. “Let’s double our chances. You go towards the protector level, I’ll go down to the entry hall, in case he’s going home.”
She split up at the next corner, and I took the better-known route, without hiding this time. Speed was more important, and no one was going to tell me off for leaving the healing ward.
There was no sign of Lucian, and like an idiot, I’d left my phone at his house in my rush this morning. Wishing I had an emergency rune like Gideon, I sighed once I reached the vast entry hall, filled with dozens of people going in and out at five o’clock. Even in the constant throng of employees returning home and night shift staff walking in, I would have noticed Lucian. I always did.
Damn it. Was it childish to stomp my foot? With some luck, Silver had been more successful.
Just as I was about to give up and make my way back up to the healing ward for another spying session on the awful inquisitors, I spotted a flash of black and sea blue, sharp heels hitting the marble at regular intervals, eyes turning to her in both admiration and fear.
Oh, yeah. This woman was goals. My mother desperately wanted to cause such a reaction, but she fell short of Cassiopea Regis.
Before I could stop myself, I was running.
