The corridor outside the healer's chamber was quiet when Silas stepped out. The door had barely closed behind him before his expression shifted. The pleasant smile he had worn in front of Selena vanished entirely, replaced by the cold calculation that lay beneath it.
He walked a few steps down the hallway and stopped.
"Come out."
His voice was calm, but it carried an authority that made disobedience unthinkable.
A moment later, the healer stepped from the corner where she had been standing. Her head remained lowered as she approached him.
"Alpha Silas."
He studied her carefully. She tried to appear composed, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her.
"You spoke with the princess," he said.
"Yes."
"What did you tell her?"
The healer hesitated, just slightly.
"Nothing."
Silas's gaze hardened.
"Nothing?"
"She asked questions," she said carefully, "but I told her only that she needs rest."
