Milo's chest was rising and falling fast as he hurried down the quiet hospital corridor. His hands clutched the hem of his white robe, afraid it might catch as he ran.
He knew he should have told Ruby or Karl, but he couldn't sit still anymore. His heart had been beating painfully ever since the holy fire was lit that morning. He knew what it meant if the ceremony began and didn't finish. If his wife didn't marry before the flame burned out, her soul would weaken. He couldn't let that happen. Maybe… maybe Brother Kaelan could help.
The corridor was filled with nurses and healers moving quietly, but several of them stopped to glance at Milo as he passed. He looked like he had stepped out of a painting—his robe was white silk embroidered with silver and pearls, glowing faintly under the hospital lights. His brown hair brushed softly against his forehead, and his wide, innocent eyes shimmered like honey.
He finally reached Kaelan's ward and pushed the door open, panting.
