The breakfast dishes had barely been cleared before Diego stood up.
"Come along." He gestured for me to follow him.
Within moments, we advanced down the long corridor leading to the east wing of the estate.
"If you're going to discuss northern trade tactics, I suggest you adjust your posture," Diego remarked over his shoulder, his long strides forcing me to keep a brisk pace. "My commanders are not accustomed to gentle guest relations."
"My posture is fine." I rolled my shoulders back and lifted my chin. "And after surviving Silas’s dumb excuses for eight months, it'll take more than a room full of rowdy wolves to intimidate me."
Diego paused outside a set of reinforced steel doors, turning to look down at me. A bemused smile flashed on his face for a brief moment.
"Veremos," he mut
