I stared at the door, my heart pounding. For a fleeting moment, I considered making a run for it. But reality quickly crushed that hope. Even if I managed to get out of the room, where would I go? This was Lysander's territory. His people. His world.

The sound of rustling fabric drew my attention back to Lysander. He was removing his vest, his movements deliberate and controlled. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what lay beneath - an arsenal of weapons. But it was the curved ...