Whatever she’d shown or talked to Liam about had obviously upset him. I couldn’t stop the frown from slipping over my face as I worried about it. I hoped he would tell me, but my intuition said that whatever they’d spoken about, he would be keeping to himself. “Rylee, perhaps a moment with you,” Val said as we stopped at the foot of the drawbridge. Liam was in the middle of it, talking to the water dragon. She swayed in the water, her eyes thoughtful with whatever conversation they were having. At least this time she wasn’t so damn pissy. Then again, her belly was full of hunters. “What is it?” Val carried his brother on his back, Pavel’s head resting on his shoulder. “There is no safe place for my brother and me. Our coven is weakened after losing our strongest members to a rogue werewolf a few months ago.” Shit, he was talking about Liam when he’d gone on his rampage against witches. I managed to keep my voice neutral.
