The next day, Dean decided that recovery was a sacred private act and everyone else could go to hell.
He had valid reasons.
There was no universe in which the palace had not figured out what had happened in the crown prince's suite.
Not after the ventilation system had nearly started a diplomatic incident of its own. Somewhere, surely, a very disciplined engineer had reviewed the spike logs and chosen the path of professional silence.
Dean respected that engineer deeply.
He did not, however, intend to face any living person who possessed eyes.
Which was why he was currently half-hidden behind Boreas.
