"Lock it down," Fenris said, already moving, his voice carrying the particular flatness that Aria had learned meant he'd stopped feeling and started calculating. "Every exit, every gate, every vehicle in the motor yard. Nobody leaves these grounds without my direct authorization, and I want every staff member with clearance above household level accounted for by nightfall."
Ronan was already relaying the order into his comm, guards fanning out through the corridors with the kind of practiced urgency that told Aria this wasn't the first time the Obsidian Throne had gone into lockdown, even if it might be the first time in years. The estate that had felt merely severe when she arrived now felt like something coiled, waiting, every shadowed archway suddenly worth a second glance.
"Corvin's
