"We are to seal every passage out of the city and post a bounty. Ten thousand gold. Orla is wanted alive, but in any condition."
Dain watched Ruvan leave, the sound of his heavy boots fading down the stone corridor.
He turned his attention to the woman standing stiffly before them.
Her face was pale, her normal air of confidence completely shattered, replaced by naked fear. She stood rigid, flanked by two Lycans who ensured she made no sudden moves.
"You heard the command, Chamberlain," Dain said, his voice flat and hard. He paced slowly, circling the terrified woman like a predator.
"Your sister, Lady Orla, is implicated in the abduction of the Queen Consort, Lady Lara."
Ysara swallowed hard, her voice shaky. "I... I knew nothing of this, Beta. Nothing! My sister is foolhardy, yes, vain, perhaps even grasping, but treason? Abduction? Never."
