The cup slipped from my hand before I even realized. Porcelain shattered against the floor, coffee spreading like dark blood across the rug.
I rose slowly, my chair scraping back as my gaze fixed on the door. Sylion, here in Dravenmere?
'What is he plotting?' My wolf snarled inside me, pacing violently as I turned to Kaelen.
"Did he come with many?"
"Just two men," he answered, his tone carrying disbelief too. "No army or show of strength, only himself."
My brows knitted. That's bold of him... too bold.
I shifted my eyes to Tazira, who still sat pale and trembling by the desk. "Stay here and do not leave this room."
Her lips parted as if she wanted to ask something, but I cut her off with one look. She lowered her head, her hands pressed tightly over her stomach.
Then I followed Kaelen out.
