Draven.
"You should have seen him, Brother." Dennis leaned back in his chair, arms folded, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"One hit to the ribs, another to the gut, and Gary folded like wet parchment. The men laughed so hard I thought they would choke on their own breath. He will think twice before strutting onto our training grounds again."
I didn't smile, though the satisfaction stirred deep in my chest. 'Good. Gary needed to learn a few lessons.'
But before I could speak, Rhovan's voice cut across my thoughts. "Our mate is coming."
I stilled. Then I heard it—first the rhythm of her heartbeat, steady but quickened, then the faint sound of footsteps on stone.
I cut Dennis off mid-laugh. "Brackham must be in a good mood wherever he is right now," I said smoothly, voice shifting without pause. "Thinking he has gotten what he wants."
Dennis blinked, confusion flashing across his face. Then, to his credit, he caught on instantly and leaned forward.
