But instead of responding, Zyren simply went ahead to fill the gold cup he held with more wine, even as he took the smallest of sips—almost like he had all the time in the world.
He stared at the door, even as he spoke to Savira, who lifted her head just a bit to look at him now that it no longer seemed like he was about to sever her head from the rest of her body.
"Do you know how crazy they would be if they were to find out that their king was birthed by a female werewolf?" Zyren asked, his voice so low that even if Aria were not completely passed out on the bed, she still wouldn't have been able to make out a single word of what he said.
Savira simply nodded her head, her thoughts swirling. No one can ever find out. Only you and I know, she reminded herself, fully aware that the second that secret leaked, she would instantly be a dead woman.
