"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "Handle him. But he doesn't die. Not yet. Elowen deserves to see him answer for what he's done."
Sylvia nodded. "Understood."
We talked for hours. House Varen's movements. The other packs' likely responses to my return. The logistics of a coronation. The question of what to do about Elowen's human family, her human friends, her human life.
By the time Corvin finally led me back to the royal suite, my head was spinning.
The bedroom was empty when I entered, but I could hear water running. The bathroom door was cracked open, steam curling out.
"El?"
"In here."
I pushed the door open and found her in the walk-in shower — massive, all stone and glass, with multiple heads and a built-in bench. She was sitting on the bench, her wounded leg stretched o
