Dan returned with another robe but this one was less bright. He handed it to Tavek and then stepped quickly away as if the prince had the plague or something.
Tavek noticed but said nothing.
“Let’s sit,” he said folding himself in one of the sofas in the sitting area. Tavek sat in a lone chair that faced the sofas. He could tell that Dan didn’t want him anywhere near him.
Tavek wondered why.
“It’s good to see that you are well,” he repeated, Tavek didn’t point that out. There was something going on with Dan.
It will reveal itself in time, Tavek thought not having the patience to ask him.
“Yes. And it’s all thanks to you and my brother.” Tavek leaned forward. He could feel the anger he’d felt at the thought of those beasts touching his mate… Tavek blinked… his blood slave, boil
