LERRIN
The scent of tension, along with the sound of hearts beating too quickly, reached him before the door opened. It was the only warning he received.
When the door opened and the guard—one he hadn't seen before—checked around the door, he was already watching and braced. What was going on?
Then there was movement and he caught sight of a female form and a white hood. For a moment he thought Suhle had returned and his heart lifted before he squashed it. But then the female stepped inside and, despite bringing the scents of several males, the door closed behind her.
Lerrin braced, keeping one wary eye on the door as she approached.
She walked with her head down, not meeting his eyes, in submission. He tensed when stopped, then dropped to her knees, hands clasped at her waist—an offering of devotion.
What the hell was happening?
"Master," she said, her voice silky with promise. "I am here to serve."
