No Alpha in that room was happy. The collective testosterone could have curdled milk.
Aeron, on the other hand, was flat out smiling, trying and failing to school his face into something more dignified. Next to him, Maelor was scowling but the corners of his lips were turned up, so it looked like he was confused. Two master mages trying not to smile at a blood ritual. Professionalism at its finest.
In everyone's hand, a small dagger pulsed with Fae magic.
"And now she fabricates," Hyran said under his breath.
He said it the way someone comments on the weather. Mild inconvenience. Slight annoyance. Total disregard for the fact that she was actively possessed.
Serena's possessed head turned to him.
He was unfazed and unimpressed. "Oh please. That look is ridiculous. I've seen you possessed more times than I've seen you unconscious." He rolled his eyes. "And don't even think about it."
