/-Zara-/

The maid's words were barely out before Draven was already in motion.

"Show me," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that could cut.

He did not wait for an answer—just pushed past her and strode out of the room. Maleek was close behind him, his footsteps echoing with tension.

I only paused a moment before grabbing a robe and rushing after them.

"Zara, fall back!" Maleek snarled without looking my way.

"Oh no, like hell I will," I shot back, my bare ...