Seeing that the examination was over and that Lyanna was clearly in no need of further medical treatment, Cedric adjusted his tunic and turned toward the door to depart.
Avelina, after casting one final, venomous glare at the woman on the bed, pivoted on her heel to follow him out.
To anyone else, the scene was concluded, but Lyanna was far from finished.
She hadn't quite pushed Avelina to the breaking point yet, and she knew that the card she was about to play would likely infuriate the healer to the point of physical illness.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Lyanna sat up straight against the headboard and called out to her husband.
"Cedric?" she said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that felt like warm honey.
Cedric stopped just as he reached the threshold of the room.
He turned back, his expression curious but patient. "Is something wrong, Lyanna?" he asked.
