*Kyros’ POV*

“You,” I grumbled as Klytia came into view. “What do you want?”

She gave me a sympathetic frown as she held out her hand to assist me. “I heard something strange and I came to make sure that everything was okay.”

I stood without taking her hand. “I’m fine,” I said dryly as my heart finally began to slow in its gallop.

“You know, you can talk to me, right?”

“I don’t need to speak to ...