"You should be resting," I said from the doorway.
She didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance at me. "Can’t sleep."
"Neither can I." I stepped inside and shut the door softly behind me. "Uncle Marcus is secured in the west wing with four guards. Damien is... somewhere. He disappeared after we got back."
That made her pause mid-strike. She lowered her hands, breathing hard, sweat darkening her shirt. "Disappeared how?"
"He said he needed to follow up on some leads. Wouldn’t say what or where." The words tasted bitter. My beta, my closest advisor, and I didn’t trust him anymore. "I’ve got wolves tracking him."
Aria grabbed a towel and wiped her face. "And if he finds out you’re having him followed?"
"Then we’ll know something’s wrong." I moved closer without meaning to. The mate bond hummed be
