Gunnar
I didn't let go of her hand.
Even as Lord Raymond stepped over the threshold, his silver-topped cane striking the stone floor with a sharp, echoing thud, my fingers remained locked around Lena's. The iron chains wrapped around her pale wrists rattled not because she pulled away, but because she was shaking, a fine, constant tremor she couldn't hide no matter how still she tried to hold the rest of herself.
"You are intruding, Raymond."
My voice was still ruined, a low, scraping growl, but the suffocating weight in my lungs had cleared just enough for the words to cut.
Beside him stood a second High Lord I barely recognized, Cassius, of the eastern holdings, his face pinched with the discomfort of a man who'd walked into something bigger than the errand he'd agreed to.
"Intrudi
