Chapter 17
A shriek woke them.
Cassian sat up straight in bed, Yashiv doing likewise bedside him. In half a heartbeat, the guard was on his feet and out the door, his sword and knife in hand. Cassian hadn’t even seen the large man reach for his weapons.
Knowing Yashiv could handle any threat, Cassian took the few seconds needed to throw on a pair of pants. Yashiv had rushed out in the nude, which was fine for a bodyguard, but not the best idea for Master of the clan.
“Cassian,” Yashiv yelled from the room next door. “Hurry!”
He ran while still trying to fit his foot through the pant leg. He managed to pull up the waist just as he passed the curtained door and into the crowded space around Wen’s room. “What’s happening?”
He peeked into the room, his muscles clenched, expecting to see
