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Meredith leaned back slightly. "I hope Dennis is careful."
Draven paused mid-motion and looked up at her. "Dennis?"
"I left him at the border to safeguard it," she explained. "I brought the royal warriors back with me. They helped me secure the palace and created a path for me to enter the Grand Hall."
Instantly, understanding dawned on him, so he nodded. "You did well."
She held his gaze. "You're not upset?"
"Why would I be?" he asked calmly. "You secured the heart. He secures the wall. That is how a kingdom survives."
A faint smile touched her lips, then it faded.
"Now we have to face those old men," she muttered. "And start racking our brains on how to wrap this up."
Draven's hands stilled for a second. "They have no choice but to accept you."
She studied him carefully. "And if they don't?"
His eyes darkened. "Then I will feed them to the vampires," he said evenly. "After all, they would have died here today if it weren't for you."
