As we turned to leave, I paused at the door.
“Notify the guards as soon as he’s well enough.”
We rode in silence for a few minutes. Kael was staring out the window like he was watching the hotel shrink behind us in the rearview.
“Do you think she gave him something?” he finally asked.
I glanced over. “You mean on purpose? To delay the test?”
He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Wouldn’t put it past her. I’ve seen women do worse.”
I mulled that over. “Maybe. But he had a fever. You can fake a lot of things, but not a one-oh-two temp and projectile vomit right on cue. If she gave him something to fake it, it’d show as chemical, not viral. And she was too calm—too maternal. I think she’s telling the truth. This time.”
Kael grunted. “That’s what scares me most.”
I huffed a laugh, then lean
