Dinner was quiet at first. Too quiet.
Dylan had asked me to join him for an evening meal at the courtyard something about needing fresh air after a long day of training. The garden lights glowed faintly, reflecting off the silver stones that lined the walkway. The air was cool, the scent of pine and night-blooming flowers mixing softly.
He sat across from me, leaning back in his chair, one hand resting lazily on the table while his eyes studied me with that calm, dangerous focus that always made my heart race.
“You did well today,” he said, voice low and smooth.
“I tried,” I murmured, tracing the edge of my plate. “Though I could tell a few people weren’t happy to take orders from me.”
His jaw tightened slightly. “Who?”
I shook my head quickly. “It’s nothing serious. They were just…
