Modric’s POV
The guard had barely finished speaking before I was moving.
“Seal the prison wing,” I ordered. “No one enters or leaves without Kylian’s approval.”
Mary Ann followed me into the corridor.
“Velvera’s room needs two more guards.”
“I already ordered it.”
“We need healers at the village.”
“Kylian will organize them.”
“I am going with them.”
I stopped so suddenly that she nearly walked into me.
“No.”
Her expression hardened.
“Do not begin this now.”
“Nightveil soldiers have already entered the village.”
“Exactly.”
“You are the person they want.”
“And there are families trapped between them.”
My wolf pushed against my skin.
The cut across Mary Ann’s throat had only just stopped bleeding. Smoke stains still marked the edge of her dress from the arena. She had alread
