He took Sasha’s hand and marched toward the gardens, pulling her behind him without any explanation, bypassing the wide eastern entrance for the private entrance, feeling self-conscious and oddly anxious. His nerves made him angry, and when Sasha pled with him to tell her where they were going, he barked at her and walked faster.
He strode into the Great Hall and veered toward the dais where King Tiras and Queen Lark sat conferring with the King’s Council.
Damion, you are dragging the poor woman like she has committed a crime and you are bringing her before the court.
Damion winced and slowed, hearing Lark’s voice in his head, her ability to communicate through thoughts still as jarring as it had ever been. He continued toward the throne, though he moderated his pace. Sasha was a reluct
