It was as though ice-cold water was dunked on Thorne. His boots echoed through the hallway, the beta fast on his heels, trying to match up to him.
"Tell me again," he said sharply, voice low. "How the hell did this happen?"
Caelum's jaw flexed, his voice tight. "The maids say she's been doing really bad for the past month and hasn't taken the banishment well. They say she barely leaves her room, refuses meals. They assumed it would pass, and she'll be okay." He paused. "But this morning, when one went to check on her, they found her unconscious, a bottle of poison nearby."
Thorne's jaw clenched, fists tightening. "What poison?"
"Delarus, my king." He paused for a beat. "We sent for the healer immediately," Caelum continued. "She's stable now. Still unconscious… but healing."
