Veyra's POV
The voice came from directly behind me. The voice was close enough that I could feel the displacement of breath against the back of my neck, and I did not turn my head because I didn't want them to see the panic on my face. They would get drunk on it.
I had expected them to take me back to the facility but instead, they brought me to this cliff and were talking about making my mates comply with them. Which meant that Caldor was playing a bigger game than I thought. Would he ask them to give up the throne or turn a blind eye to all his activities? Neither of the options sounded good. I shook my head inwardly.
"Comply with what?"
My voice came out steadier than I expected. I was almost surprised by it.
Nobody answered me directly.
