“An observation and one not made with malice,” Charles said kindly, although he didn’t turn around. “It’s true that we do not have children here.”
I wanted to ask where they were, but that seemed even more rude, since the information wasn’t offered.
Charles walked us to a small building. “Hofter, there’s a patient here to see you,” he said as he opened the door. “And an outside guest.”
He gestured me in, and Rhyson immediately tried to follow me. Charles blocked his path, a bold move for someone who claimed to know about wolves. “I’m sorry,” he said in a gentle tone. “But patients are given privacy here.”
“I do not know you,” Rhyson said just as evenly. “And I do not know Hofter. I go in with her, or she doesn’t go in at all. I have a healer with me. She can treat Nyx.”
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