"Being held in the cell. We haven't questioned him yet," Evan answered, his playful eyes now serious. Clearly, he didn't like the man who held his mate at knifepoint either.
Atlas nodded slowly, then looked at me. "Shall we visit our prisoner?" His eyes gleamed with anger and glee — his lycan was itching for it.
I nodded, ready to stand, but a knock on the door stopped us. I didn't recognize the scent, but the others exchanged puzzled looks.
Before I could ask, the door creaked open and a middle-aged woman stepped in. My eyes widened instantly. How could I not recognize her? She had the same eyes as the little girl.
"Is everything okay? Do you need anything?" Atlas asked carefully.
"Your Majesty," the woman said, her gaze locked on me. "I need to speak to the queen. Alone."
A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the panic etched in her eyes.
