Koorgan strode through the corridors, impatient to leave, but he wanted to see Gant first. One of almost a dozen guards standing outside his office quickly opened his office door for him. Koorgan entered, pausing to scan the room.
Magna sat on the settee next to a blond man who was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. They both looked up when he entered. Another human male, this one almost a large as he was, stood next to the couple. From the male’s fierce scowl, cold eyes, and protective stance, Koorgan knew he could be a problem.
Koorgan frowned when he noticed the enchanted collars on the three. He studied Gant, who was standing next to the window. Mike was standing beside the chair where Marina sat across from the three captives.
“Koorgan,” Gant greeted in a terse voice. “H
