"Who sent it?" Ulysses asked.
"A Royal Guard from Eira," the soldier replied. "We captured him and searched him. He didn't seem to know what the message contained, only that it was urgent and meant for Sir Kai."
Ulysses fell silent. He was in deep thought. The members of the Nightshade Coven knew better than to interrupt his thoughts. They waited.
"Are you just going to sit there dramatically, or are we actually going to read the damn thing?" Isaac blurted out. He wasn't heartless or overly sentimental, but sometimes he got paranoid. "What if the king ordered Sir Kai to kill us because he knows we're not going to help his kingdom?"
It wasn't a completely ridiculous theory. In different circumstances, it might've made the others pause. But considering Sir Kai was currently shackled hand and foot in the dungeon while the ten most powerful vampires sat comfortably in the same room, it wasn't exactly a pressing concern.
