The last of the bread was still warm in my hand when Varion’s voice rolled across the table, smooth and commanding.
“Orvyn. Jax.”
Both men straightened immediately, their easy postures shifting into attention.
“You have your orders,” Varion continued, his gaze never leaving me.
“See them carried out before nightfall.”
Neither man questioned him. Orvyn dipped his chin in a sharp nod before standing, his movements crisp, precise. Jax followed more leisurely, flashing me a grin that made it feel like he was leaving me to wolves—plural.
“Until next time, little human,” he said with a wink. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, instead shoving another bite of bread into my mouth. The doors closed behind them, their footsteps fading, and then it was just us.
Varion and me.
The silence betw
