Now, scarcely an hour later, Dakota was telling him that Takoda had also collapsed without warning, and Amelia—a woman skilled in herbs, traditional medicine, and acupuncture—had found absolutely nothing physically wrong with her.
The similarities were impossible to ignore.
For the briefest of moments, a possibility crossed his mind so suddenly that even he struggled to accept it.
No...
It couldn't be.
Yet the timing was far too precise to dismiss as mere coincidence.
Suppressing the growing unease inside him, he spoke again, his voice calm, steady, and reassuring despite the storm of questions filling his own mind.
"Dakota... listen to me carefully."
"I'm listening."
"Stay with her. Don't leave her side for even a moment."
"I won't."
"I'm less than three hours away."
As he spoke, he briefly lifted his gaze toward the cockpit.
"Pilot, increase speed as much as safely possible."
"Yes, Your Highness," came the immediate reply.
