The door to Alejandro’s chambers burst open, and Marcus walked in, his expression was grim. His boots echoed against the stone floor, and the faint scent of the forest clung to him, a reminder of where he’d just been. He didn’t bother with formalities, he never did.
“Your Majesty,” Marcus said, his voice low and urgent. “You need to hear this.”
Alejandro turned from the balcony, his red eyes narrowing as he took in Marcus’s demeanor. “What is it?”
“Clarice,” Marcus said, his tone sharp. “She’s in the forest. Tore through half a mile of trees like a storm. I’ve never seen her like this. Whatever’s going on with her, it’s bad.”
Alejandro’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look surprised. “I know,” he said quietly.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “ What
