Kyren's POV
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"Farrell. Updates on the excavation's pause." He took a sip from a glass of wine.
Kyren stood behind a desk in a dimly lit study room—not at all connected to his palace's grand Library.
After the catastrophe that was brunch earlier, he'd left for this room. He needed to give his little flame space. But he also needed some space to strategise.
The Alpha Prince sat in front of the desk, squinting curiously when he placed his mouth close to the communication wrist band.
"Ishtar is in stable condition, my lord," Farrell responded after a few seconds of silence, tone unenthusiastic. A change Kyren noticed instantly.
He didn't ask about Ishtar. He asked about the paused excavation.
"Forgive my... Lack of concern, Farrell." Kyren found himself saying despite the urge to ignore his commander and carry on.
Lucian arched a brow from across the table, silver eyes glinting with shock underneath the red illumination of the lamp between them.
