Oath of Betrayal (The Broken Bonds: Slavic Fantasy #1)

I t had been a strange two weeks.

After returning from the capital, Ormond stopped going on patrol, leaving it to Tomma, and we spent a few days in each other’s company. He felt different—as intense as ever … but I kept catching him looking at me with a strange expression.

Today, for some reason, he asked me to help him manage the reports, and I quickly discovered that Ormond was a slave to routine and liked things done a certain way. Unfortunately, I only found this out after he’d taken the pile of documents I’d already spent hours organising and started putting them in their correct order. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes.

‘Why am I here? I mean, in your office. You don’t need my help, and your adjutant twitches every time I touch your letters,’ I enquired as politely as I could when Orm leant over me, pulling another parchment from my pile.