“Place it there. The pack lords are many, and such men deserve a table worthy of their pride,” Lena instructed, her voice poised with quiet command.
“Yes, Luna,” came the swift reply.
Dorcas slipped to her side, her voice low, careful not to let the other slaves hear. “I asked again about the man you seek. No one’s seen him. My lady, are you certain you’re not sleeping with a ghost in flesh?”
Milicent had her ways, but Dorcas—Dorcas carried chaos like a second skin.
“Hush,” Lena whispered, casting a furtive glance around them. “The wolves have ears. We’ll speak of this when we are alone.”
Her attention snapped to a young servant fumbling with the goblet’s placement. Lena moved toward him with urgency.
“No, no. That is not the way. The goblet must be placed to the right of the charger
