Queen Lucy's breath hitched the moment she saw Liam—his body limp, eyes closed, skin pale. Her heart clenched in her chest, but she didn't move immediately. She couldn't. For a moment, she simply stared, her royal mask barely holding together.
Mystica stepped forward, the glow around her beginning to fade. "He's alive," she said calmly, sensing Lucy's inner turmoil. "Unconscious, but stable. I was able repaired the worst of the damage... but he'll need a few days to fully recover."
Lucy moved swiftly to Liam's side, her composure cracking slightly as she knelt beside him. "What happened down there?" she asked without looking up.
Dove rose from her seat and walked closer as well, her usual casual demeanor gone.
Mystica extended a hand and gently lowered Liam onto a plush nearby couch with a wave of her magic. "It wasn't Gordon who nearly killed him," she said. "It was himself. Well, something inside him."
Lucy's eyes narrowed. "Something inside him?"
