Inside the dining hall of the starship, lunch had long since ended.
The dishes had been cleared away, the tables cleaned, and everything returned to order.
Yet Rory still had not emerged from Yuel's room.
Leaning against the doorway, Vangar glanced toward Yuel's room for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Why isn't the female master out yet?"
That guy really was dangerous.
Vangar had no idea where Yuel had learned so many tricks, but if Yuel wanted to keep Rory by his side, it seemed as effortless as breathing.
The thought was enough to make any beastman jealous.
Across the room, Xarion sprawled lazily in a chair, appearing completely indifferent to everything around him.
Slowly, he lifted a hand.
An icy blue current gathered in his palm.
Mist curled around his fingers as frigid energy condensed into a translucent wolf no bigger than his hand.
The tiny ice wolf gleamed like crystal.
It threw back its head in a silent howl, radiating arrogance and dominance.
