Kavira’s POV
A prickle ran down my spine, the faintest sense of being watched. When I glanced across the courtyard, my eyes locked on Oren. He stood about a hundred yards away, speaking with a cluster of men, yet his gaze was unmistakably fixed on me.
“Good morning, Alpha Vorian. Luna.”
The smooth voice jolted me out of my trance. Councilman Iver stood in front of us, his smile both polite and genuine.
“Iver! What a wonderful surprise.” I returned his warmth with one of my own.
Vorian’s tone carried a thin edge of irritation. “I didn’t realize you two were already acquainted.”
“Business is business,” I answered simply, knowing he would understand the layered meaning behind those words. Turning back to Iver, I asked, “And how have you been?”
“Quite well,” he said, though his smile wa
