I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)

The hospital atrium smelled like antiseptic and boiled potatoes.

Elias hadn't meant to laugh. He really hadn't.

It started with a simple joke—one of the junior healers, Mirielle, had recounted how she'd once tried to reattach the wrong leg to a magically sedated orc, only to have it twitch and kick her into the disinfectant barrel. Elias, picturing her flying backwards in her spotless white uniform, had choked mid-sip on his coffee and snorted so hard he nearly aspirated foam.

Now he was doubled over, red-faced, clutching his ribs, tears leaking from his eyes. "You—*you got knocked into a barrel? With your patient's leg still in your hands?"

Mirielle grinned, brushing a braid behind her ear. "I said I was new. He was very understanding. Eventually."

The two of them stood just outside the herb prep room, sunlight streaming through the high arched windows, her clipboard tucked under one arm and his stethoscope bouncing as he laughed too hard to control it.

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From the far side of the hall, hidden in a shadowed corridor between wards, Revantra watched.

Her fingers twitched.

She wasn't spying.

Not really.

She'd simply... walked by.