Dorian’s pov.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, already regretting returning to the capital. "Ravena, I don’t have time for your tantrums right now."

Ravena’s honeyed voice answered smoothly, completely ignoring my frustration. "On the contrary, darling, I think now is exactly the right time for us to have a little chat."

Before I could protest, she grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward my private quarters. I let her pull me along, already calculating possible escape ...