PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV

They felt the shift.

My Lykois, my Syntagmas. They moved without my command.

Without my permission.

The moment I left the room, the courtyard had turned into chaos. I could smell the unrest before I even got there. Dozens of them, trained men, elite guards circling like they were answering an alarm only they could hear.

One of the Syntagmas stepped forward, chest puffed. “Primus, we know the Luna is inside. Let us see her. We only wish to make sure she’s not ...