Constant by Lexi Ander

Author:Lexi Ander [Ander, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sohm’lan

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Sohm’lan stared at the infirmary staff, sure he had not heard them correctly. “What are you saying? An injured Prince of Atlainticia is missing and you notified no one?”

The staff did not answer but several flinched. Valdor had told him they had been dealing with his and Azaes’ tempers. When Mestor was brought in, Valdor had yelled loud enough to cause them to cower like a herd of gazelle. They had to be desensitized to the bellowing of the Mar’Sani bulls by now, which was good. That meant he did not have to chase them down in order to ring answers from them. How had they lost his amor?

“His guard notified us they were taking the prince for a stroll. The head physician, Dr. Solon, approved as long as they used a hoverchair, which they had already requested. They said they would return in time for his bandage change, which is not for another hour.”

Sohm’lan scrubbed his hand over his face, hissing his frustration. He should not terrorize the palace medical staff more, but he really wanted to rage.

For the debriefing, Valdor had made sure Sohm’lan went after Kryp’s quick and succinct recap of his stint with the mercenaries tracking the Fal’Amoric. The youngling was released and told he would have a later meeting after his data chips were reviewed. Sohm’lan could barely remain calm as he was debriefed, answering questions from not only Valespia’s intelligence but from the Galactic Emperors and Crown Princes. After several hours, he was dismissed and informed he would be recalled later as well. He did not care. He only wanted to see Mestor but was cruelly denied when he walked into the empty infirmary room. The staff was unconcerned over Mestor’s prolonged absence. Valdor had told him they had not closed Mestor’s various injuries and why, which meant his amor was traipsing around Haven Palace in no condition to do anything but sleep and eat.

The medtech was a Ryden, and they attempted to calm Sohm’lan. Ryden had a way of soothing people in high-stress situations. Sohm’lan did not want or need their help. He would be fine once he found Mestor and wrung his neck before bringing him back to the infirmary for treatment.

“At what time did he leave his room?” he asked with as much patience as he could muster.

The answer they gave made him pause, stealing any angry response he would have dealt. Mestor left his room shortly before the meeting began. Had his amor gone searching for him? Had they somehow missed each other in the hallways?

Hurrying, he rushed to his rooms. The faintest hint of Mestor hung in the air outside his door and stronger on the inside, but there was no Mestor. The corridors for the Atlaintician royals and guests were guarded by Basilisc who had travelled with Empress Ashari. The majority of the Monticore had been with Valdor and on The Gorgon when she left Atlainticia, so Ashari had absconded with the palace guards for hers and Ariafella’s protection during their offworld travel.

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