Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 18

The window slid down with mechanical smoothness. An older man peered out, hair silvered at the temples, spectacles perched neatly on his nose. His smile was mild, his tone courteous.

“Good evening, Miss Kaelani.”

She stilled, every instinct flaring.

The man inclined his head faintly. “Forgive the abruptness. My name is Dr. Aldric. I serve as the physician to Mr. Julian’s… estate.” His eyes, sharp and assessing, lingered on her face as if noting every flicker of expression. “I was sent on behalf of Mr. Jace. I believe we have some business to conduct.”

Kaelani’s gaze flicked around—neighbors on porches, street lights spilling across cobblestone. No one was looking, but the fear of being seen rooted her in place.

The driver’s door opened. A man in dark attire stepped out, polished, impassive. He circled to the back and opened the door with a quiet click, waiting.

Kaelani’s heart thudded. For a breath she hesitated, her fingers tightening on the straps of her bag. Then, forcing her face into calm neutrality, she slipped inside.

The leather seat sighed beneath her as the car pulled away from the curb. Dr. Aldric set a leather case on the seat between them, the faint clink of glass vials breaking the silence.

“Let’s get to it, shall we,” he said, already snapping on a pair of gloves.

She held out her arm when he gestured, the sleeve of her dress pushed back. The needle slid in clean, sharp, filling one vial, then another, then another. By the fourth, her brows knit.

“Why so many?” She asked, unable to keep the edge from her voice.

“Better to run repeats,” Dr. Aldric replied without looking up, carefully switching to the next vial. “False readings happen. Precaution, nothing more.”

He finished the last draw, pressing a cotton pad firmly against her arm before finally meeting her eyes. His expression was soft, almost kind, but his words were too pointed to be casual.

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