time to reconsider as he crafted his plan. And
waited.
Erawan emerged an hour later.
Dorian’s heart thundered through him, but
he kept his position in the hall, kept his
shoulders straight and hands behind his back.
Precisely how he’d appeared to the guards
when he’d rounded the corner, having flown
off to a quiet hall before shifting and striding
here.
The Valg king surveyed him once, and his
mouth tightened. “I thought I’d dismissed you
for the night, Vernon.”
Dorian bowed his head, willing his
breathing steady with each step Erawan made
toward him. His magic stirred, recoiling in
terror at the creature who approached, but he
forced it down deep. To a place where Erawan
would not detect it.