The silence in the Sovereign's inner sanctum was the heavy, suffocating pressure of a predatory void. Hebner Grand stood perfectly still in the center of the lightless room, his crimson robes pooling around his feet like a spill of fresh blood. Before him, the silver-rimmed visual ring hummed with a low, rhythmic frequency, projecting the interior of the quarters where Hannah and Robert were currently huddled.
Hebner's golden eyes were fixed on the projection of Hannah McKay. He watched her lips move, heard the vibration of her voice through the magical sensors, and felt a cold, crystalline shock ripple through his ancient nervous system.
He kept an unknown sexual arousal in my body... I actually walked to his private chambers. I begged him... he was hard.
The words shattered the stillness of his mind like a hammer against glass.
