“She’s been sold.”

Those three words slammed into the throne room like thunder.

Therion went utterly still.

The flickering firelight from the braziers cast jagged shadows over his sharp cheekbones, over the silver crown glinting in his dark hair. His mismatched eyes…blood-red and glacial silver…zeroed in on the soldier kneeling at the base of the dais.

“What did you say?” The king’s voice was low. Deadly.

The scout didn’t raise his head. “Your Majesty. We tracked the ...