Sitting in the dining room, no one spoke a word. Eiran and Ren had arrived shortly after Zayden ordered the servants to prepare the luggage, as he would leave soon.
Helain had returned outside, waiting for the General along with the other soldiers.
"My lord, we have prepared the luggage as you asked," Paul said as he entered the room, bowing.
Zayden gave him a curt nod, dismissing him.
Ren, sitting across from Zayden, narrowed his gaze.
"Are you going somewhere?"
He asked, though he already knew the answer.
The dining room thickened with his pheromones. Most servants were betas or already marked, unable to sense it. But Ren felt it trail through the air, heavy and sweet like an intoxicating musk.
"Yes." Zayden's reply was brief.
Ren chewed the meat in his mouth before continuing.
"On such short notice?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Hianshu sent a delegation. The Emperor wants me there."
Ren's eyes flicked toward Eiran, then back to Zayden.
