She's at Monarch realm
She threw up her hand.
Snap.
A cold, metal shattering sound pierced the air like a shot, resounding off the courtyard stone.
Something altered.
A low, unhuman vibration disturbed the breeze, and then—whoom—a ripple of blue energy burst out of Natasha's feet, spreading like a shockwave. It glowed across the garden path and arched well overhead, creating a shimmering dome of light.
Nova's breath stuck in her throat. Her eyes went wide. "A concealment barrier…" she whispered. "And that's high-level. Elite-grade."
Leon's hand automatically dropped to his sword hilt. His eyes tightened, his focus scanning along the edge of the barrier. "You warded the area."
Natasha laughed, lazily. She spun a silver ring on her finger, the gemstone set in its center throbbing weakly. "The palace will never even know. The King? Drugged and asleep. Has been for hours."
Leon's eyes narrowed. "You drugged the King?"
