Chapter 36
Miron
I didn't go straight back to the suite after Eldric’s little side meeting.
I should have. That’s what a good enforcer would’ve done—report to Voss, log the suspicious phrase, wait for orders.
Instead, I rode the lift up with my fire sitting low and ugly in my chest and one thought pounding louder than the hum of the wards.
Get her out. Even for a little while.
When the suite door slid open, Rayna was exactly where I felt her—on the couch, blanket around her legs, a tablet in her hand she wasn’t actually reading. The bond fed me her mood before her face did. Restless. Worried. Tired in a way sleep wasn’t fixing.
She looked up when I stepped in. “You’re back.”
“Closed session’s over,” I said. “Nobody died. Yet.”
“Comforting,” she said dryly. “How was the yelling?”
