*Fiona*
None of us moves. Lucian’s sister sneers at me and goes pale. The suggestion of his being killed seems to unnerve her, and it should, especially if her brother fails at his little coup and drags half the continent into Varek’s bloody path. I watch Varek's expression, the way it hardens and sharpens as he looks at me. His jaw flexes, his wolf pressing close to the surface, and for a moment I think he’ll bare his teeth at me. Instead, he snaps his head toward Lucian’s sister.
“Back to the hall.”
Lucian’s sister blinks. “But—”
“Now,” he says, his voice heavy and sharp with a compulsion.
His power coils through the air. Her resistance snaps. She bows her head and turns stiffly on her heel, retreating back to the hall. She casts a hot glare at me as she passes, but she's smart enou
