Gavriel left Althea in Lakan’s care and made his way quickly to Riela’s bedchamber. Simon had already placed the princess on her bed, and Uriel was standing beside her, his hands glowing faintly as he examined her condition.

“She’s stable for now,” Uriel muttered, brows furrowed. “But something feels wrong…”

Gavriel’s sharp gaze fixed on him. “What do you mean wrong?”

Uriel let out a low sigh, his hand hovering over Riela’s chest as he channeled his magic.

“The ...