Nevara
I was halfway through reorganizing the stack of notes spread across the sitting room table when the door opened hard enough to make me jump.
Thoren strode inside like a storm wrapped in black fabric and authority.
The moment the door shut behind him, his eyes found me instantly, scanning me from head to toe like he needed physical confirmation that I was still standing there breathing.
My stomach tightened.
“What happened?”
He crossed the room quickly and stopped directly in front of me before cupping my face with both hands. His thumbs brushed over my cheeks once, grounding himself more than me.
“We have a problem.”
Well.
That was never a sentence anyone enjoyed hearing.
I grabbed his wrists automatically. “What kind of problem?”
His jaw flexed.
“The kind that makes me
