Silver Creek ithaca

It quickly became clear that he'd said the wrong thing — or done the wrong thing, or perhaps both. Makhai's ears went flat as he reluctantly surrendered what he'd picked up to Korinna, and he took a step back, straightening a little. For a moment he was quiet, at a loss.

Right. Ah, my apologies, he finally managed in a low, gruff voice. I can secure the area, at least. The Prince turned on his heel without another word, hurrying away from the scene of the crime for a quick perimeter check. He intended to be gone only a few minutes, no more; enough time for the servant to finish cleaning up the mess, and for him to regain his bearings.