Modric’s POV
The tunnel beneath the ceremonial throne smelled like damp stone, old dust, and secrets.
I hated it immediately.
Kylian walked ahead of me with a lantern in one hand and a short blade in the other. Darius followed several steps behind, his movements quieter than I expected from a man his size. I stayed between them, one hand resting near the sword at my waist while my wolf strained against the completed bond.
Mary Ann was above us somewhere.
Not directly above the tunnel yet. She was inside the eastern council chamber with Liora and Rovan, reviewing the final ceremony arrangements while we inspected the passage without drawing attention.
I could feel her awareness through the bond.
Not my thoughts.
Not details.
Only a steady current of concern.
She knew where I was.
