Commander Vaelith stood over the war table, his silver eyes scanning a map of bloodshed and conquest, when the door slammed open.
Captain Kaelen entered, his face pale, sweat dripping down his temple.
The look on his face told Vaelith everything before he even spoke.
He had found something.
Something bad.
"Well?
" Vaelith's voice was a low growl.Kaelen slammed the door shut and locked it.
His hands were shaking.
"You were right.
And you were wrong.
"Vaelith lifted an eyebrow, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"About what?"
"The slave.
Elara."Immediately, the air in the room shifted.
The commander's attention sharpened, his senses going into a predatory focus.
"What about her?
Is she hurt?
"Kaelen crossed the room, his voice dropping to a terrified whisper.
