"What exactly do you want with Raiden?"
A collective hiss of indrawn breath rattled through the chamber. Several of the red-tailed elders on the platforms bared their teeth, their knuckles whitening as they gripped the edges of their stone seats.
Nobody spoke to the High Sovereign of the Crimson Court with such clinical disrespect. Well, they just hadn't met Hana yet.
Caspian took a step closer to Hana, his chest expanding as he let out a low, warning rumble that made the granite floor beneath the elders vibrate.
Kulu shifted his weight on her other side, his grip on the metal spear tightening just enough to let the room know he was ready to drop anyone who moved.
Lord Kaelen held up a single hand, instantly silencing his elders. His gaze flicked from Hana down to Raiden, who was standing straight, his nine pink tails held high and steady just as Hana had ordered.
