Chapter 25

Fordham’s eyes shuttered at that. Everything in him went very, very still. “What friend?”

“Why would you care?”

“Is he about this tall?” Fordham asked, gesturing to a height slightly shorter than his. “Brown hair, tan skin, a little annoying, pompous, self-righteous.”

“You’re one to talk, you know,” she chided.

“Is it him? The one who follows you?”

Maya stopped her jest at those words

“Yes… that’s Marc. But… how do you know?”

“Because he followed you out of the party last night.”

“What?” she gasped.

Her heart beat furiously. She hadn’t even seen him. Normally, she noticed him tracking her. But she hadn’t even felt him. Had she been that far into her own head, or had he gotten lost?

For the first time, she wondered if perhaps something had happened to Lyam rather than he was just missing.

For a moment, Marc was disoriented as she burst into her rooms. Everything in her life had looked almost exactly the same since she arrived in the House of Dragons. Two twin beds with a chest of drawe