The Sentry brought them to the suite where Cheska slept. Fred stopped Louis from heading straight to her and shook his head. “You should stay here,” he said. “I’ll check the situation first.”
Louis agreed and gazed worriedly where his sister lay.
The doctor entered the room and noted the drop in the temperature. He lengthened his stride and slipped through the bed curtains. Cheska’s condition hadn’t changed in the way he’d anticipated; her skin glowed with an inner light. He had never seen her do that before, and not knowing was the worst thing to have happened with the limited time he had. Fred turned to the prince, but the boy was in no state to answer his questions.
Noriden was slumped over the foot of the bed. Sweat dampened his hair, turning it to the color of blood. He was ghastly pale and cold to the touch. (more…)