Chapter 22
Miron
Krayvon watched us come the way you watch a storm roll in—calm, but not surprised.
“Sanaron,” he said when we reached the stall. His voice was smooth, unhurried. “You’ve looked better.”
“That’s going around,” I said.
His gaze shifted to Rayna, then dropped again to her wrist. Even under her sleeve, the bondmark’s glow leaked through, faint gold against the fabric.
“And this must be the problem,” he murmured.
Rayna stiffened slightly. “Hi. I’m ‘the problem.’ Nice to meet you.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Rayna Black,” he said. “Human. EMT. Mountain cabin. Bad timing.”
Her eyes widened. “You know my name?”
“I make it my business to know the names of people who destabilize my Council,” he said mildly. “And my friends.”
Miron. Friend. The word tightened somethi
