Trevor had just finished adjusting the blanket again, and Lucas had kicked it off in his sleep, one leg thrown out over the side, as if threatening the floor, when his datapad vibrated softly from the nightstand. He ignored it at first. Lucas had finally stopped burning against him, and his breathing had settled into something resembling sleep. For once, Trevor didn't want to move.
But the second chime came faster. A direct ping.
He sighed quietly and reached for the screen with one hand, angling it away from Lucas's face. The sender's name was enough to make his jaw clench.
Vivienne Alostora.
Trevor sat up slowly, careful not to shift Lucas too much, and opened the message. It had arrived in Lucas's official palace inbox, but that inbox, like almost everything else, was mirrored on Trevor's personal system for security. Not even Windstone had override access.
