Carlisle came down the stairs with long, quick strides, his face locked into a cold expression that gave nothing away. Sylas followed a few steps behind him, quiet as always, though his sharp eyes missed nothing. Something about Carlisle had changed the moment he left that room. The air around him felt tense, almost suffocating, like a man forcing himself to keep moving before his thoughts swallowed him whole.
For several seconds, the only sound between them was the echo of footsteps against the stone floor. Then Sylas finally spoke.
"Alpha Carlisle, the Royal Convoy has arrived. They’re resting in their suites now. If you wish to speak with them, I can arrange a meeting."
Carlisle did not even glance back at him.
"No need."
The answer came immediately, flat and cold enough to end the
