Elian's POV
*****
If panic had a smell... It was thick right now in the halls of the Lunarian palace.
Elian, Lucian and Sylas—all youths, struggled to keep pace with an alarmed queen who moved ahead of them like the whole world didn't matter.
This hallway was dimly lit, unlike most in the palace, soft blue crystal lights lining the rune-encraved walls in delicate patterns.
No maids in sight. Only a few guards in front of different doors leading to gods know where.
"I still can't believe you didn't say anything about the curse coming back." Lucian's whisper interrupted Elian's train of thought. "Kyren and I could've found a way to fix it."
Elian's throat tightened.
How does he begin explaining he didn't want to share the curse's return because it was now a fucking quadruple threat?
The system had scanned and revealed it.
