Samantha stepped through the doorway with the measured grace of someone who had spent her walk not just processing emotions, but gathering intelligence.
The golden light of the Dragon Realm's eternal sunset caught the amber highlights in her dark hair, creating an almost ethereal glow around her as she surveyed the three men who watched her with varying degrees of apprehension.
The chamber felt smaller now, charged with the kind of tension that made the air itself seem to shimmer.
Marcus remained in his elegant armchair, every line of his body suggesting controlled readiness.
Kai had shifted from his sprawled position to sitting upright on the bed's edge, his werewolf instincts clearly on high alert.
And Callum...
Callum looked like a dragon who was preparing to either grovel magnificently or combust from guilt.
"Well," Samantha said, closing the door behind her with deliberate precision, "that was enlightening."
