Alira had not planned to go to his office today.She had planned to finish her inventory, return to the infirmary, check on her patients, eat something at some point, and spend the evening alone in her room with a piece of paper she was not yet ready to open. That had been the plan.She knocked on Lucien's office door once and opened it without waiting, because what she had to say was not the kind of thing that improved with waiting.He was at his desk, not reading this time, just sitting with his hands clasped on the surface in front of him and his eyes on the window. He looked like a man who had been thinking for a long time and had not yet arrived anywhere useful.He looked at her when she came in."Vael," he said, one of his brows slightly twitching. “What happened to your manners"“I will not take long," she said, because she knew he valued that. She crossed to the desk, stood in front of it and kept her hands at her sides. "The infirmary needs restocking. Several of the compound
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