The moment Adrian entered his room, Ronan was already at his heels, "Where is it?"
Kade trailed behind, brows furrowed, "Where is what?"
Adrian said nothing. He calmly shrugged off his rider suit, then tugged at the sleeve of his shirt. The fabric slid down his arm, revealing a jagged wound slashed across his skin.
It was smeared with a strange, dried paste, dark green, almost earthy, the faint scent of herbs lingering in the air.
But despite the green paste, one could not overlook the size of that wound.
Kade's eyes widened, "Brother! That's huge!" His voice cracked, half horrified, half exaggerated, as though his brother's arm had just fallen off, "And here I thought Grandma was being dramatic. You really are injured. Knight, quickly treat my brother!"
While Kade urged him, Ronan frowned. He leaned closer, narrowing his eyes. Then, he bent down and sniffed the dried mess.
His lips moved, a whisper barely audible, "…Tagetes."
Kade blinked, "Tag-what now?"
