Polite or not, Kaylin knew what this was. Even if she hadn't seen them around all week, she'd been a Hawk long enough to know when someone was getting dragged past Marcus to talk to the Hawklord.

No.... no this was worse. This... Gods... this was like being dragged in to talk to Mallory when Marcus was rotting in caste jail after being framed for murder. That thought left her irritated and ****ed off. She hid some of it under the mask of "Hawk" the professionalism of a beat cop... but she couldn't hide all her disdain.

She did try though.

You couldn't fault her on following them, doing as she was told, so long as no one tried to touch the mark on her face, or asked her to surrender her daggers, bracer, or familiar.

The small dragon was half a sleep, it's translucent head on it's little paws. How translucent eyelids covered dark eyes, she would never understand.

She really hated magic.

She entered the room, and stood behind the chair that was clearly meant for her.

"You wanted to speak with me?" she asked, coolly and crisply.