Onyx, blissfully unaware of the political fallout happening around him, was latched onto Fin's chest with his tail wrapped around Fin's waist and his wings gripping him for dear life.
He stared at Tiberon, tilting his head in pure curiosity instead of fear.
Tiberon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. He can stay." He shot a look at Onyx. "No interruptions."
As soon as Serena sat, Tiberon cut to the chase.
"You both went against my direct orders."
She forgot about that, and she was definitely about to do it again. If he was mad now, he was about to be extremely mad.
"Whose idea was it?" Tiberon asked.
Serena didn't flinch and answered right away so Elara didn't have to decide if she would lie for her. "Mine, Your Highness."
"Of course it was," Tiberon remarked. "It's always your idea."
His eyes moved between them, "Which one of you killed the second in command?"
Serena and Elara glanced at each other.
