Serena didn't flinch. She had already killed one man this week and taken out an army of Dark Fae last night. If she could do that, she could do this. She would take zero pleasure in it. If this man was bluffing, she would call his bluff. If he wasn't, this man was in for a surprise.
The moment she opened her mouth to accept, Dexmon Drakenfell shot out of his chair. Apparently their matebond gave her away before she said it.
"No. I will stand in for her."
The chamber went silent.
Serena turned to look at him. His eyes were blazing wolf gold. He looked livid. She could feel him loud through the matebond and pushed calm into him without letting it show on her face.
He blinked a few times, confused.
