His tone left no room for argument.
Ruffians in Shadow Guard attire? Such a claim bordered on the absurd. Who in the capital would dare impersonate them—or tarnish the name of Rhaegar Thorne's command, famed for its ruthless authority?
Yvaine froze, staring up at him.
Never before had she seen him look at her in such a way—his gaze cool, edged with unmistakable impatience.
Charlotte hurried forward, bending low as she reached to help her mistress. "My lady, please… you must rise."
Supported by Charlotte, Yvaine slowly stood, though her thoughts raced in turmoil.
Could it be… the rumors had already reached him?
Was that why he now regarded her so coldly?
Dorian's lips curved slightly, though there was no warmth in that subtle smile.
"So," he said lightly, almost idly, "you were barely at the gates of the temple before these so-called villains singled you out. Their discernment is most impressive—to choose precisely such a delicate young lady as their prey."
