Despite the busy road, Varek had no trouble weaving through traffic. His hands stayed relaxed on the wheel, eyes sharp, focus unshaken. Even at high speed, he moved like he'd done it a thousand times before.
Back at Rhode Axen's estate, Valessia stood at the tall front doors, arms folded, her posture stiff with frustration. She glanced at the warrior beside her, the same one who had told her to wait outside until she was "formally invited in."
"I've been standing here for a long time now," she said, shifting her weight to one side and bending slightly to massage her sore legs. "Are you sure they've been told I'm here?"
The tall, broad-shouldered warrior dressed in black said nothing. He stood still, like a shadow against the wall, ignoring her completely as if she were a ghost.
