Valka
The infirmary had a smell about it. It wasn't just the smell of the sick. It was worse. Worse than rot.
The physician, a young woman with a too-bright smile and perky voice joins us at the entrance, ushering us rubbery gloves and masks. "She's been isolated. You cannot touch her. You may speak to her through the door. Though, she has asked that only the King be granted leave to speak to her."
Evadne steps forward. "And you told her I was here with her brother?"
The woman's smile becomes something pained. "Yes. However, she insisted that it had to be him and no one else."
"That's nonsense," Eva blusters, her blue eyes drifting to Lucien's, placating. My heart clenches tight at the hurt in her eyes and when Sebastian moves forward to place an arm on her shoulder, she shrugs him away abruptly.
