Arkin was an irreplaceable presence in Adela's life.
Once a friend and then a knight and a protector, the revelation that he was her brother would have been nothing short of a blessing if not for their burdensome titles and the animosity between the de Lanarks and the von Conradies.
Observing how vulnerable this cherished man appeared at the moment, Adela wondered what she could do to alleviate his discomfort.
I hope his neck isn't swollen...
"How's your neck?" She made a move to touch his neck, but Arkin quickly covered it with his hand.
"It's fine. The needle was painful, but I wasn't paralyzed," he said, glancing at Egon. "Who is that man with the blue and black eyes anyway?"
Egon's expression grew serious as he looked at Arkin, speaking urgently. "Someone is approaching... Many of them."
Arkin furrowed his brow, unable to hear anything unusual.
