“Explain what?” Maleth asked, shocked that another Elder would talk to
him like that.
“Where’s Emily?” Leonid asked Chevalier.
He shrugged, “I’m guessing in her room or in the stables.”
“Are you two insane? Do you not remember?” Leonid asked, frustrated.
“What are you talking about?” Chevalier asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Emily left three days ago in the Humvee,” he reminded them.
“She did what?” both Maleth and Chevalier said together.
“Can you blame her?” Mark said angrily from behind them, and then
dropped his eyes. “Sir.”
“Explain yourself,” Chevalier hissed at the guard.
“I’m just saying, if I were her, I would have left too,” he explained.
“I saw, Sir. I saw it all, and you’re lucky you didn’t kill her,” Mark
growled.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t almost kill Emily.”
“Slamming her up against a wall isn’t trying to kill her? It may be safe
to do that to one of us, but she’s mortal,” Leonid interjected.
“I didn’t slam her against a wall,” Chevalier hissed, and crossed his
arms.
