POV: Caleb
Fabian.
Of all the hidden enemies, I had hoped his name would remain buried the longest, but no such luck.
The cloaked man gave a lazy smile as palace guards filled the corridor. He showed no fear, which made him dangerous.
“You should not have entered my palace,” I said.
He tilted his head a little. “And yet here I stand.”
Trey snarled violently. “Kill him.”
“Soon,” I replied to him.
The stranger’s gaze slid toward Gina again. He looked hungry, obsessed. I stepped forward and blocked his line of sight immediately.
“She’s pretty,” the man mused. “The Prophet described her eyes differently, though.”
“Watch what you are saying, speak carefully,” I warned.
He laughed. “You really are bonded.”
Lena moved beside me now, her claws partially extended. “Who are you?”
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