Who owns her?

Draven’s instincts screamed before anyone said a word. Something was wrong.

The castle halls were quieter than usual, too quiet. Servants hurried with downcast eyes, and the storm had returned, beating against the walls like a warning drum. He could feel the tension in the air.

He strode through the corridor, cloak dragging behind him, and turned toward the guest chambers where Corvin and Kaelen were supposed to be confined for “recovery.” But when he reached the door, ...