Grimacing, she tried blocking the scents pummelling her senses.

After she accomplished what she came for, she would feed.

* * * *

King Drago narrowed his gaze on his two royal guards, Nolan and Falk, entering the Great Hall. "Well, what do you have to report?" he asked Falk, not bothering to hide his impatience. "Does she remember?"

"Nay, Your Highness, she does not."

He swore roughly under his breath. "We need to know where Balkathan is hiding his pack. Tell Hesta I need results--now!" he growled.

"The healer said she is doing everything she can," Falk said.

"Tell her she's not doing enough! Go! And don't return unless you have good news."

Drago stared at his guard's retreating and clenched his jaw. For three weeks they couldn't get anything out of Katya. Three weeks! She was the only person who knew where Balkathan's lair was hidden and he feared her madness that was causing her memory loss was incurable.

He growled at his remaining guard, Nolan. "What is it? And it better not be bad news."

"There is a visitor at the front gate. She says it's imperative she speaks with you, Your Highness."

"Tell her to go away," he commanded.

"I told her you were busy, but she refuses to leave."

"Who is she?"

Nolan frowned. "She wouldn't give me her name and I couldn't see her face. She is covered from head to toe in a black garment."

"Is she as mad as our guest? The sun is strong today." Drago released an exasperated breath. "Damnation! Has all my staff lost their competencies? First Hesta and now you?"

"Forgive me, Your Highness, but she is very persistent. She said she would camp at the door and would not leave until she saw you."

Drago frowned irritably, his ire now directed at the faceless woman. "Does she want coin? Give it to her! I have no time for this."