Sebastian's POV

The air in my office was thick with the scent of burning cedar, the embers in the fireplace crackling softly. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the crown heavier than usual tonight. Reports from the northern border plagued my thoughts, and Marcus's words replayed in my head like a warning: "Rogue interference, strange activity, possible alliance brewing."

And then there was Fiona.

I rubbed my temples, thinking of the look in her eyes earlier when I'd asked if something ...