I followed Theron and Zephyr outside, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The night air hit my face as we stepped onto the grand porch where rows of guards stood at attention. Their rigid postures betrayed their fear.
Theron's presence filled the space, darker and more menacing than the shadows around us. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Even I shivered, and not from the cold, this was a side of my brother I'd never seen before.
Zephyr broke away from us, stalking between the lines of guards like a predator sizing up prey. His green eyes narrowed as he studied each face, lingering just long enough to make them squirm. Some couldn't meet his gaze, others tried too hard to appear innocent.
"Someone here," Theron's voice cut through the silence, low and lethal, "has
