"Hell," Mathena grumbled to herself.
Friendly fire wasn’t just a human danger. If she were accidentally injured, the foolish prince would hold himself responsible forever. So, ignoring the desperate urge to rush up the stairs and make certain Xeon didn’t allow his blind rage to get himself killed by the demon guards and feral werewolves she’d slipped past only a short time ago, Mathena hovered near the bottom of the stairs, clutching the dagger and hating the feeling of helplessness. Thank the gods that the marks from Samuel’s damned silver chains have already healed.
At the time, she had been infuriated that it had taken so long for Stephen to convince Dimitri to meet with the stupid Samuel and talk about his truce. She might sympathize with the council leader's reluctance to strike a b
