Nicholas’s POV
She drummed her fingers on the desk—slow, deliberate taps that echoed like a countdown in the quiet room.
Her eyes locked on mine, dark and dangerous, like she was plotting my downfall right there in front of me. Like she wanted me to sweat. To squirm. To feel every second of the power she held over me.
I waited.
Heart pounding harder than it should.
My wolf paced inside me, restless, angry, confused.
She didn’t speak.
Just watched.
The silence stretched—thick, heavy, suffocating.
“Your mistress lives in the palace, right?”
The question came out casual, but her voice had an edge that sliced right through me.
I furrowed my brows.
What the hell was this now?
“She has a room inside the palace, doesn’t she?”
My jaw clenched.
I answered through gritted teeth.
“Yes
