David stepped out of Liam's medical chamber, the soft hiss of the mana-seal closing behind him.
Making sure no germ contaminated the room.
His coat clung unevenly to his shoulders, hastily thrown back over his frame.
The corridor was sterile, too clean, the scent of floral mana antiseptic floating through the air—a sterile illusion of safety. But David knew better.
Knight Malik Qahtani stood at the far end of the hall, arms crossed, his long silhouette angled slightly toward the door.
He was as vigilant as ever, especially now since Liam had a target on his back.
But with him, guarding the place alongside the other guards, if Jorvik would want to try his luck again, he would have to think twice.
There were few in House Maddach as well-known or as decorated as Malik.
