Rhydan tore Councillor Orven’s proposal in half and left Maevra with more questions than answers.
She followed him out of the council chamber.
“Stop walking.”
He kept going.
“Rhydan.”
That worked.
He stopped beneath an archway leading toward the western wing and turned slowly.
“You sounded less irritated when you were threatening Orven.”
“I understood Orven.”
“And you don’t understand me?”
“Finally. Progress.”
His eyes narrowed.
Servants moved through the distant corridor, pretending not to notice their Alpha and Luna glaring at each other.
Maevra lowered her voice.
“You knew someone in that room might be involved.”
“I know someone inside Ravaryn may be involved.”
“That is not the same thing.”
“No.”
“Then why did you tell me half the council fears what I might discover?”
