ALINA
“And why exactly can't I go back to my room?” I turned to Denis, who immediately shifted his gaze to Tynan as we left Lord Hubert’s chambers.
Just when I physically did not think it was possible to get even more irritated, the one person I wanted to avoid, answered my question.
“It isn’t safe.”
“Why? What happened?” I asked.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Tynan said.
“Let me be the judge.”
Denis stepped away, clearly wanting to avoid being in the middle of our dispute.
“What’s going on?” I stared at the wall ahead, determined not to make eye contact with Tynan. He made his choice, he pushed me away and left me alone to deal with the court.
I still was not sure what I was going to do about the situation I was in. We were connected by both dragon laws and a spiritual bond I still could not fully comprehend. He just would not let me in. He guarded his heart and his soul from me, even though I gave him both of mine without hesitation, without second thought. It was painful to realize, painful to think about, and yet it was the truth.
His eyes, two deep, dark voids, found mine and almost immediately, my treacherous body ached to touch him, to wrap myself around him, melt into him. He truly was my greatest weakness.
“Milord? What are your orders?” Denis returned.
“We need another room for my wife.” Tynan’s eyes were still on me.
“Yes, milord.” Denis turned on his heels and disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.
Only the two of us remained, standing opposite each other.
“What are you thinking?” I could not stop from asking.
He took a step toward me, but I moved away. My heart grew heavy, as if I was purposely hurting myself. And in his eyes, I could clearly see the flash of pain.
“I have to keep you safe,” he lowered his voice.
“I haven’t seen you for days. I wasn’t even sure where you were, because your clan warriors all sided with you, and no one would tell me anything.” My voice sounded harsher than I intended.
“I know it wasn’t ideal.”
“Ideal? No, it was not. Not at all.” I bit my lip.
I really wanted to yell at him, and throw furniture around, but my upbringing finally prevailed. I took a deep breath and raised my chin. My heart was tearing at the seams, and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Fine. Where’s May?”
“She can’t help you tonight,” Tynan said.
“What?” I squinted, peering right at him.
“There was an incident. She’s . . . unwell.”
“What kind of incident?”
“She was poisoned,” Tynan said quietly.
“I need to see her.”
“No. It’s not safe.”
