Maxine found Clyde in his usual spot at their table in the inn. He had just sent the waitress away when she knelt in front of him. "Sire, you are being summoned to the Dutchy," she said softly.
"Is that not where you are meant to be?" He asked as he took a long sip from his goblet.
"Well, something has happened, and you are needed," she said while avoiding his eyes.
"Maxine," he said coldly. "Look at me."
Maxine fixed her eyes up to meet Clyde's and froze at the coldness in them.
"What has happened?" He asked in a colder voice than usual.'
"I do not know how to say this," she began, but Clyde cut her off.
"You will tell me plainly what has happened that I am being summoned to the very place you are meant to be keeping watch over."
Maxine shivered. She knew this was not going to be easy, but she had not expected him to be so angry. "I have met my mate," she whispered and avoided his eyes.
