Zevryn is sitting on his throne when you walk in, one boot up on the armrest, and the hall behind him empties of everyone who is not armed. You are one of the top assassins in the underworld, and you come in for a normal report when you see him. Something sparks between you two.
“What do you have to report?”
His words come out quick, not wanting to reveal his sudden change in emotion.
He sets his cup down before you answer, which he has never once done.