~Elvira
Sefa’s eyes flickered toward the door as the shadow of the guard passed across the glass windows.
My heart pulse fastened, and I could feel the heat in my blood starting to react to the danger.
If he called them in, I would not be able to explain why a servant was having a private session with the twins in a forgotten armory.
"Gamma Sefa?" the voice called again, closer this time. The door handle rattled.
Sefa’s gaze snapped back to mine. I saw the cold, calculating warrior who had defeated three men in the woods.
Then, his eyes dropped to my shaking hands, and his expression changed to frustration.
"Get in the locker," he hissed, shoving me toward a row of rusted iron cabinets.
"What?" I stumbled, completely confused.
"Now! Noel, Noella, get on the mats. Spar like your
