Just as I was about to sink deeper into my own humiliation, a sharp knock echoed through the room. I looked up, startled, my heart doing a strange little flip. The cats, too, paused in their grooming to look at the door, ears twitching.
It was Sabastine, standing there like a ghost in his dark attire, his expression as unreadable as ever. He gave me a quick nod, and before I could even open my mouth to ask, he said it, like he had plucked the thought straight out of my mind.
"The Lycan King summons you," he announced in that calm, detached way he had. No hint of what the King wanted, no explanation—just a summons, like I was some servant girl he would beckon with a snap of his fingers.
