"Fucking mad sorcerer," Kyllian swore. "What if I didn't figure it out?" His hand throbbed, but he barely felt it, his gaze locked on the words searing into his sight.
The message was simple. Come get the queen.
He didn't wait another minute. The paper fluttered from his bloody fingers to the floor as he surged toward the door. His stride was feral, every step filled with savage intent. Through the great corridors, his energy whipped like a storm, rattling maids and guards who scrambled out of his path. He was a predator unleashed.
He raced down the staircase, and through the palace doors. Across the courtyard, he saw Talon still organizing the next search shift.
Kyllian sprinted toward the waiting cars, his bloodied hand leaving a streak of red against the handle as he yanked a door open. "Talon!"
Talon turned sharply, eyes narrowing when he saw his king's face. "Your majesty!" he called, jogging forward.
