“And knowing that they are looking for a female, you took a female Akrhyn into the woods,” Marcus could barely contain his temper. “She is right, youarearrogant.”
“I am, but I got the job done. You wanted a Drakhyn to interrogate, I got you a Drakhyn to interrogate. She wanted into the woods, convinced there were Drakhyn, I got her into the woods, and she found Drakhyn.” Cord rolled his head on his shoulders. “I don’t really see the problem.”
“You don’t see the problem?” Marcus repeated incredulously.
“What?” Cord looked at the Lycan with an arched eyebrow.
“You disregarded all orders, you endangered your partner, you endangeredyourself,” Marcus chastised him. “You haven’t thought of the consequences of your actions.”
“I am very conscious that the Drakhyn slumbers down in the dungeon, whilst we are here having a pointless discussion about nothing.”
“Let me ask you, Castor,” Marcus watched him carefully. “Do you think that she is bonded to you?”
“Yes,” Cord admitted through gritted teeth.
“That bothers you?”
“Yes,” Cord scowled at the Lycan.
“Why?” Marcus asked. “Because you will be bound to another?”
“I do not need her,” Cord growled.
“But you want her?” Marcus asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Then why would you put her in danger?”
“She wasn’t in any danger – I was with her,” Cord answered flippantly.
“Your arrogance will let you down one day,” Marcus warned just as the room door opened and Salem walked in. “Everything okay?”
“Commander Bryce has disciplined Sentinel Tegan,” Salem said as he came further into the room and stood in front of Cord. “I will contact your Cast and let them know what you have done.”
“My Cast won’t care,” Cord snorted disdainfully.
“Probably not. But the Great Council will, and I need to inform them also when I inform your Cast.”
Cord laughed as he stood. “Do as you will, Principal,” he gave a mocking bow. “Come, it is time to question the Drakhyn.”
“You will not be in the room, I have put a request in and Castor Jameis will be here shortly,” Salem informed them both.
“Jameis?” Cord’s scorn was palpable.
“The Pure Castor makes his way here as we speak,” Salem smiled tightly. “You are free to go.”
“I am free to go?” Cord laughed softly. “Tell the little tiger I will see her soon.” Cord vanished.
“Tegan okay?” Marcus asked softly.
“No, but she will be,” Salem rubbed his face. “He doesn’t pretend in front of her, he doesn’t conceal he can Cast with no aid.”
“No,” Marcus agreed.
“This is dangerous,” Salem said grimly, “theyare dangerous together.”
“Then we keep them apart?” Marcus suggested.