His heart beat faster with the thought of his mate being nearby. Even before he could deal with it, he heard the sound of wings approaching.
Hoot!
Midnight let out a loud hoot that conveyed the message that Draven had already guessed. The owl landed at the branch of a tree near his master and hooted again, only to get a displeased glare from the red-eyed man.
Not even a minute later, Erlos came to Draven. "Sire, Elder Leeora and Miss Ember returned to the palace."
Draven acted calm and replied with a nonchalant "hmm."
With each passing second, the mild fragrance of jasmines continued to assault his senses.
Erlos didn't notice how the King was struggling to keep his composure. The young elf was filled with curiosity by the sudden return of two women who had left the palace just a while ago.
"Elder Leeora wished to speak with you. Shall I send her here or make them wait in the study?"
"Send Leeora here," Draven instructed.
