Kael detonated through the flap, blade aimed at a seated man's neck.
Guinevere rocketed out of her chair and inserted herself directly between her father and his sudden death. Draven's blade clattered behind her.
She was exactly where she needed to be to save Renwick and exactly where she shouldn't be for everything that came next.
Kael stopped mid-swing, the edge touching her arm.
"Honey. We talked about this."
"He's a wolf, Kael."
She left out the fact he was her father. Earlier when she mindlinked Kael, she hadn't decided if she was going to reveal her father's identity. So she made the split-second decision.
"We're doing this again? Really?" Kael looked at her the way a parent looks at a toddler climbing the same counter for the third time. "By all means, keep standing between me and someone I'm trying to kill."
"I was correct last time too," she replied.
