Kavira’s POV
The office door swung open, and Varek stepped inside, steadying Maelira as he guided her toward a chair. Relief washed over me the moment I saw her on her feet, breathing, alive. She looked far too thin though, like she could use a week of nothing but warm, hearty meals.
“Have you forgotten how to knock?” Vorian’s voice carried that sharp edge of irritation he reserved for moments like this.
Maelira’s gaze dropped instantly, her expression flickering with apprehension, while Varek simply looked at him as though the question were ridiculous.
“Didn’t have a free hand. Anyway, you two listen up. I have a request,” Varek announced, grinning like a man about to reveal the best idea in the world.
Maelira glanced nervously between us, and I could swear Varek was practically vibr
