Halric leans back after Darien's question. "Nothing yet. The Council wants confirmation before they decide whether to crown her or kill her."
Darien's mouth goes dry. "Those are the options?"
The man nods. "Traditionally, there's a third option—containment. But containment rarely lasts."
Darien stares at him, the world tilting slightly. Kairos snarls deep in his mind, pacing, restless. "Our number one goal right now should be protecting our mate, Darien."
Hell yeah.
Darien rubs his temple, feeling the headache kicking in. "When the Council makes a decision, I want to be informed."
Halric gives a tight, patronizing smile. "You want me to report to you?"
"Yes."
"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for your lackey," the man says lightly, standing. "I am your headmaster, Lord Bellamy. You're on my grounds."
Darien's lips curl into something that isn't quite a smile. "Then maybe you should remember whose family funds half your budget."
