Tempest was in a state of shock.
She'd gone from floating in love with Dron to standing in the middle of what looked like a war zone.
She didn't know how any of this could happen, but she would bet money that it had something to do with the men standing in the entryway blocking them from leaving.
"You don't belong in this class." One of the men spoke. He was looking directly at Dron. There was a slight sneer on the man's face as if he didn't even think he should be talking to Dron.
Tempest surged forward, but Dron caught hold of her arm to keep her from moving any closer to the bastards that were blocking the exit.
"It's you who doesn't belong here." Tempest hissed at the men. It was all she could do.
"You should mind your tongue, omega." The man sneered in her direction. "You know, I've heard rumors in the high royal class. Seems you've become more trouble than they think you're worth. I wouldn't be surprised if your welcome in this land were soon no more."
