Xanden had barely stepped out of the council room when he heard someone call his name.
"Xanden."
He turned.
Aire was approaching him from the opposite end of the corridor.
He slowed, studying her expression. "Aire."
"I was looking for you."
"Is something wrong?" He asked softly.
Aire glanced briefly at the closed council room behind him before looking back at him. "Can we talk?"
"Of course."
Xanden stepped aside, allowing her to pass. They moved a little farther down the corridor, away from the guards stationed outside the council room.
Aire stopped near one of the windows.b"I need your help with something."
Xanden waited.
"I went to the older guest quarters earlier. Madam was with me, and I saw something strange."
"Strange?"
Aire nodded. "I saw snow. A cage. Someone's hands. Scattered visions."
Xanden's expression remained neutral, although his attention sharpened. "What exactly did you see?"
