The Lunaris holding room smelled damp from the snow. Varek could feel a bit of the cold seeping in even though there was a hearth. It was an insultingly comfortable room, yet, Varek refused to budge.
He crossed his arms over his chest, his boots dug firmly into the floorboards. Tahla had come in time and time again, sometimes it was her beta, asking him to leave, but he had ignored them all. He needed leverage. He needed a single thread to pull at until the immaculate, infuriating facade of this place unraveled. Tahla thought she could simply command him to leave? She thought four years changed the fundamental laws of their kind?
Outside the high, narrow window, the sounds of the sanctuary drifted in. For the days he had left himself confined to this space, the noise had been the same ir
