ELRETH
Elreth stiffened, but didn't let her shock show on her face. Lhern leaned forward, sucking in and his eyes snapped to meet hers.
It was a moment Elreth would never forget.
For the first time, she tested her dominance against the man, leaning forward to meet his gaze and willing him not to speak, not to move, not to let on to what he'd discovered—or how he'd thought to discover it.
She let nothing of her fear and concern show on her face, but instead tipped her chin down and held his eyes, hands braced on the arms of the chair she'd been about to get out of, and she focused.
She was Queen.
She was dominant.
She had beaten her own father, one on one, and this male thought he was free to reveal her secrets to the others?
A tiny growl puttered in her throat and Lhern went very still.
"You do not give orders to me, Lhern," she said, her voice rolling into a snarl when he blew out the breath he'd inhaled.
