"Ryker. What an unexpected and frankly unwelcome surprise. I was having a lovely morning."
Kael didn't look away from Guinevere when he spoke, and kept his grip on her neck tight.
Ryker. One of the Drakencrest king's men and the literal dragon she fell asleep on last night. That sentence should not have been true. And yet, there it was.
"I can see that. You are choking a woman in the middle of a warded forest you should not have been able to enter. Honestly, the more I look at this picture, the worse it gets for you personally. I want you to know that as a friend."
"We are not friends."
"We have been to three wars together. Opposite sides, but I think that qualifies us as friends on the weekends."
Kael's hand tightened around her throat. Just enough. Guinevere's vision started to fray at the corners.
"Who is she," Kael clipped.
"A woman. You can tell because of the hair."
"Ryker."
"Kael."
