Asher’s eyes flared with anger as he glanced at the soldier who interrupted him. Without saying a word, he spun around, fury radiating from his every step.
Morgana followed right behind, dragging Julian and Juliet along, their complaints drowned out by her iron grip.
As they walked into the courtyard, the tension in the air grew thick.
Standing in the middle of it all was Peter Quinn—big, broad, and impossible to ignore.
His silver hair gleamed in the sun, and the scar on his face only made him look more dangerous. His eyes, cold and sharp, locked onto Asher, filled with a fury that was barely contained.
Behind him, his soldiers stood at attention, their faces grim, but their readiness was clear. The man was a force to be reckoned with, and everyone knew it. Peter Quinn was not som
