ARIA
One of the room doors opened. I expected Mireya to appear, already talking, already moving. Instead, a man stood in the doorway. He didn’t rush in. He stayed there, leaning against the frame, blocking part of the light. His eyes moved over me slowly, careful and measuring, like he was deciding what I was.
Behind him, I could see a bed. The sheets were twisted and uneven, pillows shoved aside. Someone had slept there recently.
“Markel, right?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“And Aria.”
I had heard his name before. He and a few other wolves had challenged Kael Nightborne’s wolves. They had lost badly. “Nice to meet you.”
The thought came right after. What was Torin’s second doing here?
His attention shifted past me to Karin. His jaw tightened. “I don’t like this.”
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