"My Lord," a man bowed to the man standing in the center of the room. "I brought the information you asked for."
"Be out with already," the man said, the hood covering his face and any expression he must be wearing.
"The girl is still at the palace but we think they have consummated the mating bond."
"No!" The man shouted, turning to the fear-stricken man immediately. "How could that have happened?"
"I don't know my Lord, but we believed it was the incident with the witches that ignited the emotion. The Dark prince was really scared when he found her missing and he hadn't gone easy on the witches when he found them."
"No," the man said, "they were not supposed to get that close. That means we are behind than I thought."
"There is something else, my Lord."
"What is it?" the man asked irritated.
"He is working with a witch?"
"What?"
