Angelo had said the pains began four days ago, and he hadn't even cared to consult the royal physician who was ready and available for him to order at any time. He was stubborn, and Gaviria wanted to tie him up until they figured out how to heal him.
There had to be a way to break through the stupid cursed wound. Or maybe Gaviria could just let Carl go after the bastard who had done this to his brother. He could even allow Zayn to go hunting with him too.
This shit all started a year ago, when Angelo had gone bonkers because of Hera. He had picked fights with any and everyone. Gaviria looked at the young king, wondering when death had been so okay for this kid.
He had gone out there, alone and in the woods, not caring that the dome was put for a reason. He didn't have a reason to hold on. He didn't have a reason to stay alive, and why he had walked himself to the hunters' camps and started fighting them.
