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Draven watched me like a hawk. "Open your hand, Cas."
Turning it over, I inspected the incomplete brand, expecting it to be red or angry.
"It looks the same," I told him.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I dropped my attention back to the map between us, spread across the desk in my private quarters. My privatecellwould have been a more apt name.
"No."
I'd already been lectured by him. And his mate. And even Phalen, the one male I'd never thought would deign to hand out relationship advice.
None, however, had been harder on me than I'd been on myself. Two days shut up in here had been plenty to reflect on all the ways I'd fucked up.
After Vera had dissolved the spell and I'd lost my mind, she'd hit me with something that made me lethargic right before Draven and his mate ghosted into the room.
The witch had been honest with Draven about what she'd done. He shockingly didn't lose his shit, nor did his cut-throat mate. In fact, neither had been all that surprised.
While I was out of it, Draven decided it was a good idea to hold me inside these walls until I had a handle on myself. Vera had been more than happy to help him with that.
I supposed I should’ve been thankful that my cousin had assured me he was taking action and continuously giving me updates and advice. He'd spent most of his hours here with me, pouring over intel and maps, then sending out groups for recon.
A mere two hours ago, he'd barged in waving a piece of paper around and insisted we needed a new plan, immediately.
"Do you think your mate will be pissed that I opened the missive her father sent with her name on it?"
I shrugged. "Doubtful. Besides, if you hadn't opened it I would have."
"Not if Lyric got to it first," he smirked. "I can count on her to never be well-behaved."
“True.”
I'd been as well-behaved as I could manage, but refraining from reading anything Raven's father had sent would have been impossible. Not in these current circumstances.
The letter hadn't held what we'd expected. Raven wasn't going to react well once she read it.
"My Lord!" a guard's voice echoed down the hallway along with his racing footsteps.
We rose to our feet.
"What is it, Yael?" Draven asked.
"Hugo ordered me to bring you to the infirmary, Sire."
My cousin strode to the door, unable to shift to shadow form on this side of the ward.
"Lyric?" he demanded as he crossed the boundary. "Is something wrong with my mate?"
My stomach coiled with concern for Lyric and the life growing inside her. My favorite sword master was still having some mild issues with her blood pressure.
"No, not yours, My Lord." Yael's owlish eyes darted to mine.
I bolted over, slamming my hands on the doorframe in frustration. Draven's scowl reflected my own. I was trapped until he decided I could come out.
"Yael, is Raven here?" Draven questioned.
"Yes, My Lord. Hugo sent Lyric to ask Vera to undo the enchantment up here. He said it was urgent."
