Raena ran her hand over Elora’s head again, rocking the sleeping boy in her other arm. Elora had quieted next to her as if sensing the severity of the situation, and while she somehow kept it out of her face, fear oozed from her in waves, making her tremble from time to time.
Looking away from her daughter, Raena’s eyes landed on Emer, who was leaning against the wall by one of the windows with his arms crossed. He hadn’t said a word to her since their arrival in the spacious room, which looked like some kind of reception area. There was a large dinner table with a dozen seats, as well as some comfortable-looking sofas in black and gray. His aide stood next to him, speaking in a voice too low for her to hear, but his expression didn’t look good. At least he didn’t shoot daggers at her now
