Modric’s POV
Kylian found me in the training yard just before sunset.
One look at his face told me something had gone wrong.
I dismissed the warriors with a sharp wave. They scattered quickly, leaving the two of us near the weapon racks.
“What happened?”
“The ceremonial platform collapsed.”
My body went still.
“Was anyone hurt?”
“No. Mary Ann noticed the damaged supports before anyone could remain on it.”
Relief came first.
Then anger.
“What do you mean damaged?”
“Kylian.”
He glanced around before lowering his voice.
“The beams were cut deliberately. Someone weakened the bolts and supports after the morning inspection.”
My wolf surged forward.
“Where is Mary Ann?”
“In the Luna Wing.”
“Why is she not under guard?”
“She is.”
“Who did this?”
“We do not know yet.”
I reach
