As Marian measured her breathing, calling up every meditation technique she had learned from her fathers – Corien and Gravan – she kept her face clear of any unnecessary twitches and micromovements.
Something felt off about the shifter who could only be the Alpha King.
He was strong. Too strong. It was unnerving.
He could take the Alpha of Bloodrayne by himself if he wanted to. Marian was certain of this.
Yet, he had not.
Instead, here he was, on their land, mere hours away from Bloodrayne, doing nothing.
Here he was, as cool as could be, watching Dorien, and everyone else, after keeping them out of their own land for almost a full hour.
Marian refocused her attention on the scene before her. Stopping her mind, cleansing her aura.
Dorien pulled a chair beside Reyland’s bed.
“No, Noble heir, wait, let me bring a cot –” Byron said hurriedly.
“No. This is fine,” Dorien
