Nero was, to his enormous personal offense, sent to the hospital.
An actual hospital wing under guarded transfer, because once the medic learned that the puncture wound had involved ring-floor metal, scorched debris, and 'some uncertainty' about what exactly had passed through Nero's shoulder before he had kept fighting anyway, the conversation had ceased being academic and become administrative.
Nero had objected to this with the full dignity of a prince being loaded into a medical transport against his better judgment.
Arion had ignored him.
Sylvia, once released from the university after extracting a promise from Dean that he would not 'do anything else deranged before dinner,' was sent home with a palace car and enough delight in her eyes to make it clear that she intended to remember every second of the afternoon forever.
That left Dean.
Which was, Arion had discovered, both the central problem and the thing he wanted in front of him most.
Now Dean was in their suite.
