Azzmi led Raven up the staircase to a quiet spot where no one could overhear them. She gripped the railing, glancing around one last time before looking back at him. He was staring at her, his eyebrows furrowed in anticipation.

“Well? Will you tell me what’s going on now?” he asked, his tone sharp.

“I just received a call from Milven,” Azzmi said, her voice steady.

“What? Where did he get your number? Did you give it to him the last time you were at the club?” Raven’s concern ...