Inside the kitchen, the chaos was muffled by thick stone walls. It was warm. It smelled like heaven.
I poured the thick, velvety hot chocolate into two mugs. I added a pinch of the toasted Moon-Sugar fluff on top.
"There," I whispered to the Silent Cub sitting on the counter. Silas was staring at the steam rising from the mug. His nose twitched.
"It's just cocoa, Silas," I said softly. "It's safe. It's warm. It's not a dark room."
I pushed the mug toward him. His tiny, trembling hand reached out to touch the ceramic handle. His violet eyes, usually so dead, flickered with a tiny spark of curiosity.
CRASH!
The kitchen door didn't just open; it was obliterated. Splinters of expensive mahogany rained down like confetti.
"LADY PRIMROSE!" Rajah bellowed, storming in with his sword drawn, looking like a god of war.
"WHERE IS HE?!" Rurik roared, entering right behind him, claws out, looking ready to bite a building in half.
