The Frog Beneath the Well
Julian rubbed his chin.
"There are doctors who can treat symptoms."
His tone turned thoughtful.
"And there are doctors who understand cause."
Yana's orange eyes narrowed.
"You mean only some doctor treats symptoms?"
Julian gave a harmless smile.
"I didn't say that."
A faint spark almost lit in Yana's gaze—then a heavier older voice cut in from the side.
"Yana, there's no need to trouble Young Master Julian. Lucas is enough to help me."
Wren Tyson frowned slightly.
There was pride in that expression.
And caution.
He disliked troubling others.
Disliked owing favors even more.
Especially to someone like Julian D'Aurelius, whom in his heart he had dismissed as a pampered heir wrapped in family prestige.
Noticing the trace of disdain in the older man's eyes, Julian almost rolled his eyes.
Internally, he did.
This again.
Classic feel-good novel setting.
