Benjamin avoided answering the question, his eyes darting away. He had a sinking feeling Wren already knew exactly whose pheromones were responsible. After all, on the day of his severe heat symptoms, Wren had been there and was turned away by Charles.
"I think we're both a little over our heads right now," Benjamin said, chuckling nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just... truly grateful you're willing to take my blood samples and help me navigate this. Honestly, I feel as if I've failed as a doctor..."
"Nonsense," Wren interrupted gently. "You've given us a chance to learn something new. And learning something new, that is never a failure."
I'm sure it's that brat, Wren thought, sneering internally. His Highness, Prince Charles Ione Asterion.
That name always left a bitter taste in his mouth, and the memory of being turned away at the door when Benjamin's heat had struck was burned in his mind.
