Every head turned to look at Nightspire. Fin tensed next to Serena, eyes locking on him like a predator.
Dexmon's brows furrowed and his eyes surged molten gold for a split second.
Nightspire didn't seem to notice or care.
"Of course," Serena answered softly. She was curious why he wanted to pull her now.
King Tiberon lifted a hand. She froze.
"On what grounds?" he asked evenly.
Nightspire's gaze slid to him, sharp enough to cut. "I need a word with my niece."
His words landed hard.
Then Nightspire smiled, easy and disarming, like he hadn't just dropped a political grenade into the room.
"I'll bring her back in one piece. Promise."
That did not help.
Tiberon's eyes flicked to Serena, narrowing.
Niece would have been useful information earlier.
Serena swallowed. Her face said exactly what she was thinking.
Oh. Right. That.
Hale's voice slid into their mindlink.
Hale:That was one of the items we were going to brief you on today.
