“Elyan,” he muttered, his voice low, almost cautious. “Get in. Quickly.”
She obeyed, stepping into the darkened chamber like something would have grabbed her if she had not been fast enough.
The heavy door shut behind her.
What they did not know was that at the far end of the hall, hidden in the shadows, someone had been watching. Someone had seen Baron Ortega invite Elyan Froste into his room at night.
Baron’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single candle on his desk.
Shadows stretched across the stone walls, swallowing most of the room in darkness.
He folded his arms, gaze narrowing on her trembling figure.
“Well?” he asked, voice sharp, though not unkind. “What did you want at this hour?”
Elowyn’s throat felt dry. She gripped the strap of her satchel tighter, wo
