“I toldyou I was worried about my brother. I’ve had no update on how he is. I asked Voltaire to accompany me to find him.” Aurora added a quaver to her voice, as if on the verge of bursting into tears and Lalia curled her lip, as if scorning the emotional outburst, before forcing the sneer into a smile.
“Yes, of course. I do understand. I shall walk you back to your suites and will contact our physician to see if they can update us on his condition. I can assure you that they were greatly confident about his recovery, although it could take some time.”
“I would be so grateful.” Aurora hoped she didn’t sound too gushing, but Lalia nodded, her expression fixed into the smile that didn’t reach her eyes, as she strode past.
“This way, please.”
With a rueful glance at Voltaire, Aurora dutifully fell in behind Lalia, with Voltaire at the rear. A few minutes later, Lalia indicated their respective suites.