Something is wrong.
The feeling grips me tight, gnawing at the edge of my consciousness as I step into the packhouse.
There's a subtle shift in the air, something almost imperceptible, but Aries senses it before I do.
"Something reeks." His voice slithers into my thoughts. "And it's not just the rogues this time."
My eyes sweep the waiting area, where enforcers stand guard, their backs straight, their eyes locked on the two rogues who accompanied Cain.
The men sit stiffly on a bench, their gazes lowered, but there's a restless energy about them—coiled tension beneath the surface.
Cain is nowhere in sight. He must already be inside the study, speaking with the king.
Ethan stands in front of the doors, arms crossed, the weight of his duty evident in his stance.
When he notices me, his expression softens, and he offers a small, knowing smile.