I tried remembering the last time I stood so close to the Tor Drakis. Up close, I felt power wafting off him like a personal scent. He rarely spoke and when he did, he made sure the world knew he would rather not. His eyes did most of his talking. He had startling eyes. I think Lucille was the only Pendragon with normal eyes. The Tor’s were a disturbing golden yellow, with almost serpentine slits. His eyes let me know he had better things to do than sit and talk with me.
I did not believe he knew who I was. I shadowed his sister, tended to his w***e, served his meals on days I got lucky and was more or less his mate’s personal maid. But I was one in scores of humans who worked in his castle.
“What is he planning?” When he spoke, I got startled. His eyes bore into me for close to five m
