Zyros’s POV

The door opened wider to reveal Elder Ronan who stood in the doorway. His sharp eyes were obviously angry as it locked straight on us. Selvara gasped and pulled the blanket over herself. I quickly dragged it higher, shielding her from his gaze. My chest tightened. Only the moon goodness knows what else he was up to.

He didn’t speak. No, he just didn’t need to. His lips curved into a slow, mocking smile before he stepped back, closing the door behind him. I cursed under my ...