Kael stiffened next to Guinevere. She could feel him through their matebond. He was thinking.
Then his emotions poured into her chest at full volume. Ones she was not prepared for.
Confusion. Shock. Followed by oh shit. Then a stronger OH SHIT.
Kael's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
His head dropped. His cuffed hands came up to his face.
Guinevere turned to look at him.
He raised one finger. The universal signal for "give me a second because my brain just caught fire."
"Two puncture wounds," he said into his palms. "On the neck."
"Yes," Veyron confirmed.
"That's it?"
"Yes. That was the method."
He looked at Guinevere. "You actually thought this was about plants and fountains."
Guinevere's brows knit in concern. "Are you alright, Kael?"
