“I’m not going to apologize for conducting Navarrian business while in Deverelli—” Halden starts.
“How about apologizing for keeping mission-essential information from those of us responsible for the fucking mission?” Xaden counters, stepping into Halden’s space, shadows swelling around his feet. “If it wasn’t for us, you’d be dead.”
Shit.
I glance over at Garrick, who looks back at me like I’m the one supposed to do something.
— Garrick essentially saying: Your his wife now. Welcome, I held the position for 3 years, it’s yours now! Go Xaden protection (even from himself) squad… we all need a nap & therapy!!
“Do we worry?” Rhi asks under her breath.
I catalog the anger in Xaden's eyes and shake my head. He's pissed, but he's him. Still, just in case, I watch the shadows, spotting the darkest one.
“I forbid it.” Halden strides into the hallway, followed by two guards.
He's here, too? Oh, this is bad.
“I don't give a fuck.”Xaden pivots so he can see both men.
“And boom, it's a show,” Ridoc whispers.