"Get away from my sister, Owain," Ashlynn said coldly. "You and I still have unfinished business to settle…"
The silence that followed Ashlynn's statement lasted for three very long heartbeats.
In those three heartbeats, the great hall of Lothian Manor balanced on the edge of a blade. Hundreds of men and women sat frozen at their tables, their goblets raised or forgotten, their faces illuminated by candlelight that now seemed too bright and too warm for the cold thing that had just walked through the doors.
Then the silence broke, and Baron Loghlan Dunn moved first, before anyone else had collected their wits.
