CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Tully appeared in the doorway a moment later, and there was a strange look in his eyes. Ben shot to his feet and a dark cloud fell on his brow. “What is it?”
Tully sliced a finger across his throat before he set a hand over his heart. I didn’t have a direct translation, but the imagery was enough to lose some color in my face. “What does that mean?”
“It means you need to remain here,” Ben commanded me as he set his drink down and strode toward the door.
I made to follow him out into the hall, but Tully grabbed my arm in a gentle but firm hold. He shook his head at my pleading look.
Together we watched Ben approach the rear door. The dark silhouette of a person stood on the other side of the entrance. Ben reached the door and drew out the silver dagger before
