Nyla stood in her perfume-suffocating chambers, her face was still tight with anger. Rain's words were still echoing in her mind.

The sheer disbelief that came with the fact that she, Nyla, would not be accompanying him to the feast. It was an insult she couldn't accept. No matter what, she wouldn't let that Collar, that mere human servant, a lowly human, stand by Val's side. That wouldn't happen, she swore.

And if Val was foolish enough to bring her with himself, she would make sure the human ...