I'd crossed half the hall, but both Asterion and Conall's gaze sharpened on me at the same moment. Asterion's nostrils flared, and Conall's smirk stretched. Asterion's steps fell backward, inching away from me. "I'm glad to see you well, théa. I should…clean up from the road." He bowed, sharp and stiff, and then turned, hooves beating an urgent path toward the stairs. Conall huffed and shook his head, combing his hand through his hair once more, eyes sliding over me with a thorough curiosity. "Napping, were you?" he asked, flashing fangs in his grin. My face warmed. "You can both smell him on
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