Davian.
I grabbed Daniel by the collar of his fine leather coat and hauled his limp, unconscious body across the threshold into Damien's empty bedroom. Aidan slammed the heavy oak door behind us and slid the iron bolt back into place.
The room was deathly quiet. The bed where Maria had been lying just minutes ago was stripped and bare, the blankets gone with Damien and Adrein down the hidden tunnel. The faint scent of her lavender medicine still hung in the cold air, mixed with the sharp, bitter stench of refined wolfsbane.
I dropped Daniel onto the floor near the center of the room. He hit the rug with a dull thud, his head slumping back, blood trickling down from his temple where Aidan had hit him.
Aidan didn't waste a second. He walked over to the corner, grabbed a thick length of heavy iron chain used for securing large supply chests, and tossed it to me.
