“What do you mean sealed off?” T’Raal demanded, his voice ringing with a hint of anger. “This is a secured area and we have access as part of Princess Ameria of Kantar’s security team. It cannot be sealed off to stop us getting access to our VIP.”
Eric had never seen the big Warborne leader so furious. He stood toe to toe with the heavily armed and armored guard standing in front of the double doors between them and the secure area the summit was being held in.
They’d been separated from the three women—the princess, Zad and Red—when they’d entered the summit chamber and been rerouted another way. Now, though, it appeared they hadn’t been given access to the main lobby and refreshment areas beyond the doors in front of them. Behind them, members of the general public and press milled abo
