The world shifted behind my eyes. “He used needles,” I repeated, slowly, coldly, “on a child?”
The assistant didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
“He shouldn’t have touched her.” My voice dropped lower. “A child that small…hybrid constitution or not…you don’t use invasive pathways on a developing chakra line. Was he out of his mind?”
The assistant flinched at my tone. “Your Majesty Vincent was the one who called. He said she’s clutching her chest and shaking. They can’t stabilize her.”
I closed my eyes, wrapping my head around the situation. “Because they activated a nerve cluster they can’t read,” I muttered. “Idiots.”
My first instinct was to refuse. I had my own responsibilities…two sons in the next room finishing homework, waiting for dinner, expecting bedtime stories. I had promise
