(Cassius POV)
The tension in my diplomatic quarters was thick enough to cut with a blade. Prince Adrian stood in the doorway like a predator who had finally cornered his prey, his eyes cold and calculating. Gone was the broken, hollow shell of a man who had watched his mate suffer. In his place stood something far more dangerous.
"Lord Cassius Ravencroft," Adrian said, his voice carrying a lethal calm that made my instincts sharpen. "Or should I say, the Silver Wolf of the Northern Courts?"
I felt Janelle stiffen beside me on the bed where I had been tending to her wounds. Her sharp intake of breath told me she understood the implications immediately. The Silver Wolf, my reputation as the North's most effective assassin and spy was not a name spoken lightly.
"Your Highness," I replied smoothly, not bothering to deny it. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
