The air crackled, a sudden, oppressive heat radiating from the red-haired man. It was subtle, a slow, building wave of warmth that made the air shimmer and dance around him. It was like standing too close to a forge, the heat a palpable force against her skin.
Adrien's hand went to his sword, a smooth, practiced motion. "I am no guest. And you are making a grave mistake."
"On the contrary, Prince Adrien." The man's voice was smooth, almost teasing. "I think I've made the most delightful discovery." His gaze flicked over to Merwyn, a flicker of something dark and knowing in his golden eyes. "And I see you've found some interesting new friends. I always knew you were a man of peculiar tastes."
Merwyn, who had been watching the exchange with an air of detached amusement, finally spoke. His voice was light, but there was a sharp, cold edge to it. "Do I know you, little salamander? You seem to think you do. It's rather presumptuous of you."
