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It was proof that a dead male could apparently be reinstated if enough royal authority became irritated on his behalf.

I was less certain what to do about everything else.

The medical team released me from constant supervision that afternoon with restrictions I had no intention of following exactly. No combat. No sustained ŭre discharge. No heavy lifting. No strenuous activity.

The last instruction had been delivered while the medic looked directly at Talia.

She had understood before I did. Then she had laughed.

I had considered returning to the medical wing voluntarily.

Instead, I waited for her in the private quarters Anik had assigned me. Not royal rooms or military housing. Just somewhere quiet enough that no one would interrupt unless the building caught fire.

The room contained a bed, a sitting area, a table, and three exits.

I had checked all three.

Twice.

Old habits did not disappear because a physician declared me medically stable.

The door chimed. My pulse changed. That annoyed me.

Weapons had never done that.

Talia did.

I opened the door.

She stood outside wearing the dark clothing royal staff had given her, her hair loose around her shoulders. No bag packed for escape. No evidence module hidden beneath her jacket.

No immediate threat behind her eyes.

There was apprehension. Mine probably matched it.

“You look disappointed,” she said.

“I am not.”