Page 118 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
As always.
She nearly scoffed at the absurdity of that statement.
Rordan clearly sensed her skepticism though, because he sighed, closing the cover of his computer. “I am trying, Tessalyn. I procured your favorite breakfast. I have ensured you have thenicest amenities while here. And I have yet another show of good faith waiting for you.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe a word that comes from your mouth,” she said dryly.
“I can escort you myself.”
She debated it. Knew this was likely a trap. Knew Rordan was cunning.
But so was she.
She also wasn’t alone anymore.
“Grab a doughnut, and let’s settle this,” the Achaz Lord said, pushing back his chair and standing.
“Are you sure you don’t want one?” Tessa asked, standing as well and leaving the pastries untouched. “You seem overly concerned with the doughnuts this morning.”
“I simply do not want you to go hungry,” he replied, but she heard every bit of the lie in those words.
Tessa said nothing, waiting for him to open the door for her. She knew it rubbed him the wrong way to do something that would equate to being beneath him, but that was exactly why she did it.
The seraph was standing in the hall, presumably a guard, and he stepped aside, bowing his head to Rordan when they walked past.
“Does he have a name?” Tessa asked, the seraph staying behind.
“Illithor,” Rordan said. “He serves Achaz and thus me.”
“But how did he get here? How did any of them get here?”
“How didyouget here?” Rordan countered.
“How silly of me. Did the enchantment affect your memories so much that you don’t remember attacking Xan when he arrived with me?” Tessa asked with faux dramatics.
Rordan glanced down at her, his features tight. “So the dragon does remember. I knew he did, despite his words during our various discussions over the last two decades.”
“You mean while you tortured him.”
“There were still words exchanged,” Rordan said simply.
They’d reached Cordelia’s office, and she once again let Rordan get the door. She wasn’t really sure what she was expecting, but it sure wasn’t Felicity fucking Davers sitting on a small settee beneath the window in that office.
The female rose quickly, eyes wide as they bounced between her and Rordan.
“What is the meaning of this?” Felicity demanded, taking a few steps backwards and nearly falling over the settee she bumped into.
“I’m glad you received my summons,” Rordan said, closing the door behind them.
“I cannot refuse a Lord,” she answered. “At least not until my husband is crowned one.”
Husband.
The word grated on Tessa’s ears, her face twisting in distaste.
“True,” Rordan said, moving deeper into the room while Tessa stayed rooted to the spot, trying to figure out what his angle was here. Rordan stopped at the desk, leaning against the front and bracing his palms on the edge behind him. “You are not nearly powerful enough to deny anyone, are you, Ms. St. Orcas?”
“Davers,” Tessa said sharply.
