Kael
The door clicked shut behind Dionne, and I turned back to face Aubrey and her guests.
The sitting room felt smaller with just the four of us. Especially now that Aubrey's three guest were now huddled together at the couch, staring at their laps like they'd suddenly discovered something fascinating in the fabric of their expensive clothes.
"Leave," I said to the guests without looking at them.
And they all practically ran out of the room. The woman in emerald nearly tripped over her own feet in her haste to get past me, and I heard their footsteps retreating down the corridor at a pace that suggested they were actually running.
Aubrey stood in the center of the room, her hands clasped in front of her in a pose of perfect contrition. Her eyes were wide, her lips were slowly trembling, and the beginning of tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"Kael, I—"
"Do not speak!" She flinched at my tone and closed her mouth.
