"How did you get in here," I said. My voice came out level. The silver was gone from my eyes, banked, and I did not let it rise yet, because a predator that thinks you are still prey will come close, and close was exactly where I needed her.
I did not move. A blade is faster than a pregnant woman, and Ysolde was between me and the door, and the first rule of surviving a predator is never to let it see you calculate.
"The same way poison gets anywhere," she said, gliding closer, the silver blade loose and easy in her hand. "Quietly. Through a gap no one thought to watch. Your Lycan King guards his gate against armies, Wren. He does not guard it against one small woman who knows how to be underestimated." Her smile did not touch her eyes. "You should understand that better than anyone. It'
