"Lock her away. No visitors. No contact. No one lays eyes on her until I say so."

Therion’s voice echoed like a thunderclap across the palace courtyard, sending a shiver through every warrior and servant nearby. His mismatched eyes…silver and blood-red…were burning embers of barely restrained fury, and even the guards standing closest to him dared not breathe too loudly.

Drake gave a single nod. "As you command, Your Majesty."

Caelira's breath caught in her throat.

She was filthy, ...