After a while of wallowing in self-pity and embarrassment, a sudden thought broke through the lingering haze in my mind.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the office.
Drakon shifted in his leather chair, looking over at the cage. I instantly averted my eyes, staring down at the cold stone floor, unable to meet his gaze after what had just happened between us.
"Yes," he replied smoothly.
I swallowed hard. "What are you going to do with Axle?"
Drakon paused, setting his pen down. "I thought you didn't care about the internal affairs of my house."
I kept my mouth shut, refusing to give him a real answer.
"I'm heading down to the holding cells to deal with him in a few hours," Drakon added, his tone unreadable. "Would you like to come and
