"Get out," a voice rasped from the shadows.
Ren was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to the door. He was fully dressed in his high-collared silk robes, the crimson fabric looking black in the dim light. He didn't turn around. His posture was rigid, his shoulders hunched as if he were bracing for a blow.
He might have purposely left the windows shut tight so no light could snake in.
And something in Roxy's heart twisted at the sight of him.
Right now he did look like a sulking animal to her.
"I'm not leaving, Ren," Roxy said softly, closing the door behind her.
He jumped at the sound of her voice.
What was she doing here? He thought. His eyes darted around, as his heart raced.
"What do you want?" Ren snapped, his voice cracking slightly. "What would her majesty, the Queen, want from a lowly fox like me?"
Roxy rolled her eyes at the sarcasm in his tone.
"To talk," Roxy said, stepping further into the gloom.
