I found Celeste exactly where I expected her. In the medical station, bent over Marcus's unconscious form, checking his vitals with the kind of focused attention that looked entirely innocent.

Or looked like someone making sure their poisoning attempt had the right effect.

"Elara." She glanced up, tired but smiling. "Good timing. I was just about to send for you. Marcus's recovery is progressing faster than expected."

"Is it?" My voice came out flat. Wrong. She noticed immediately.

"What's ...