Theodore's POV
My teeth ground together as footsteps echoed through the manor's entrance hall. The last thing I wanted was company right now. Why couldn't whatever crisis this was wait a few more days?
"You should go see him," Seraphine murmured, catching my reluctance from across our bond.
Frustration burned through my veins as I forced myself downstairs. The Shaman stood in my foyer draped in ceremonial black robes, looking like he'd abandoned some midnight ritual to arrive at my doorstep. I crossed my arms over my chest and fixed him with a cold stare. My children were barely twenty-four hours old, and I had zero tolerance for uninvited guests. Not for weeks.
"Speak quickly," I commanded, my voice cutting through the silence.
