"Your scent," she said. Direct. No games. That was Liana. "It's... old. Really old. Like standing in the ruins of the First Capital, old."
Kael's expression didn't change. But tension rolled through him. I felt it through the bond—wariness mixed with resignation. He'd known someone would notice, eventually.
"Liana," I interjected, stepping between them. "Can we do the interrogation later? Your warriors need settling. And we have a lot to prepare."
"Right." She released Kael's hand but didn't stop looking at him. "Sorry. Old habit. Hunter instincts die hard."
"You're a hunter?" Kael's voice was carefully neutral.
"Was. Before becoming Moonstone's war commander." She finally looked away from him, back to me. "We definitely need to talk. Privately."
"Tonight."
"Deal."
As the Moonstone
