"Explain it," Kaelion growled all of a sudden.
His voice was a low, vibrating rasp that seemed to shake the very floorboards beneath my feet. I could smell him—the scent of rain-soaked pine and the metallic tang of an Alpha’s rising temper. He was pacing behind me, a caged predator in a room too small for his ego.
"Explain what, Kaelion?" I asked, my voice flat, devoid of the melody I usually used to manipulate the court. "The breakfast menu? Or the fact that your Southern 'allies' have the comedic range of a pack of hyenas?"
"Do not play the fool with me!" He was suddenly there, his presence looming over me in the mirror, a wall of scarred muscle and dark, suffocating authority. He grabbed my shoulder, not with violence, but with a possessive, grounding grip that demanded my total atte
