_Rowena’s POV_
Pierre was already moving toward the door when I thought of something and stopped him.
“There’s something else,” I said.
He turned around with the expression of a man who had come to do one thing and was being informed that the one thing had expanded. Which it had.
“I need to see Alaric tonight,” I said.
Something moved across his face. I caught it clearly, a small involuntary shift in his expression that came and went faster than he intended. His eyes changed for just a moment before the rest of his face caught up and smoothed it over.
I didn’t comment on it. I knew what it was, but this wasn’t the right time.
He arranged his expression into something neutral and then into something that was almost a smile. “Tonight?” he asked.
“He must’ve gone bac
