Author's Note: I know the book might seem slow to some of you, but I'm not a fan of fast-paced romance. Please just be patient. When the steamy scenes come, you will beg for them to end. (.,^^.,.) Right now, Luna is still scared to communicate with Draven. Let's get past that first.
Draven's gaze had not moved from Azriel since the man entered the room, but the weight of it pressed heavier now. The air between them felt thin, as if it might snap if either of them spoke too fast.
And then Draven suddenly flashed the Beta a smile that made the man even warier than he already was. "The honor is mine," Draven replied in a leisurely tone, before signaling for the man to be seated in the chair placed beside the king, where two of the king's men sat.
"I want to believe that you understand why you're here, Beta Azriel," he finally said, his voice low, the kind that didn't need to be raised to command silence.
