Thayne knocked on the human’s door.
Naya opened it, her heart skipping as she met his gaze. For a breath, she thought he had come for her, that the words in her letter had stirred something. She smiled at him.
But Thayne’s hazel eyes flicked over her, intense for a second, then coldly tore away.
“The king summons the human. Now.” His voice was clipped, cold, and he turned on his heel without sparing her another glance.
Naya’s hand dropped from the doorframe, her chest sinking. She stood frozen in the doorway as Serena stepped forward, lips twisted in an awkward frown.
“He wants to see me?” she muttered. “Has he ever thought about whether I wish to see him? And what is it now? What have I done this time? Did that snake run crying to him?”
She spoke louder than she realized, her voice
