EIGHTY-SEVEN

"You could have woken me before leaving, you know," I grumbled as a way of greeting once I got into Valens' office. "Oh." I coloured when five heads turned to look at me, one of them with a particularly spiteful glare.

"We are in the middle of a meeting," the man with the harsh glare said, his expression turning more unpleasant with each second that passed with me standing at the door like a dimwit.

"Right," I said with a smile, fighting the burst of magic that came with the anger I felt at his dismissive tone.

There were speculations about my magic since the display I had in the dungeons with Zavier. The guards were more discreet than I gave them credit. No one knew for certain that I had magic and Valens cautioned me against outing myself to the world. He didn't want the reminder of what my hands could do and I understood why.

"Did you sleep well?" My mate asked as I was about closing the door to his office.

I could feel the anger radiating off the other man. He was a distant r