Reign bowed quickly, his voice trembling. "My Lord, I didn't expect you here. How can I assist you?"
The third lord smirked, his golden eyes gleaming. "Assist me? You've already done enough by amusing me."
The third lord's gaze flicked to Thalina, who stood frozen with a knife in her hand, her disguise slightly smudged, making her look even more ridiculous.
His lips curled into a smug grin. "By your… choice of kitchen help."
"My lord," Thalina murmured, bowing slightly, her voice calm even as her pulse raced. She kept her eyes low, not daring to meet the piercing weight of Zorath's gaze.
Every instinct told her to move—quietly, subtly—toward the safety of Reign's shadow.
But Zorath wasn't the type to let anything slip past him.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was sharp, like a blade cutting through the air.
