"What the hell is going on here?!" Landon's voice thundered through the infirmary, every syllable dripping with barely contained rage. "Why are you touching my maid?!"
I froze, my entire body locking up with terror. The King's eyes weren't just angry—they were murderous, his pupils expanding until they nearly swallowed the gray. His massive frame seemed to block all light from the room, casting me in the shadow of his fury.
Ronan immediately stepped back from my bed, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Your Majesty, I was tending to her wounds—"
"Get. Out." Each word fell like a death sentence.
"Sire, she needs medical attention. She's severely—"
"NOW!" Landon bellowed, the veins in his neck bulging with strain.
Ronan hesitated only a second longer before giving me a final glance and striding toward the door. As he passed the King, Landon seized his arm, leaning in to murmur something I couldn't hear—but the threatening tone carried across the room like a physical blow.
