Ronan’s words still hung in the air like a drawn blade.“My wolf just recognized her.”No one moved. The torches along the walls crackled, but even that small sound felt too loud. I stood frozen with the silver pitcher in my hands, wine trembling at the rim, every eye in the great hall fixed on my face. The bond between Ronan and me pulled tight and bright, a living thing that refused to be ignored. My sealed wolf strained against the invisible walls that had held it quiet for years, answering him even while the rest of me stayed locked in place by fear.Kael rose from his chair with slow, deliberate power. The legs of the heavy seat scraped against stone. Golden eyes burned with a cold that had nothing to do with temperature. He looked at Ronan first, then at me, and the weight of that gaze made my knees want to give out.“You will not speak those words in my hall,” Kael said. His voice was quiet, yet it carried to every corner. “She is a servant. A contract obligation. Nothing more.
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