"I figured this day would come," Corvin admits, voice devoid of its usual reprimanding cadence. "The day you'd cash in the biggest chip you have. What is it, Amias? What do you need from me?"
Isn't it obvious it would? What did Corvin think? That he would witness an affair between a disciplinarian and a seventeen-year-old student—which ended bloody and just forever looked away? He kept Corvin's secret for a reason.
He just, not in his wildest dreams, would expect a Moon Blessed to be the reason he's collecting that favor. Well, no one expects him to be fated to one. Yet, here they are…
Amias leans closer to the man, planting his hands on his hips.
Vark is stirring within him. "'Get it done. Protect our mate. Make them pay,"
Amias pushes the wolf down, needing control, needing to sound like the calculating Alpha, not the desperate mate.
"I need a pardon," he states, the word falling into the silence like a stone into deep water.
