Draven, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. His eyes met the duchess's with a steady, almost indifferent calmness, the kind of look that spoke of someone who was completely in control of the situation—someone who always saw a few moves ahead.
"Where is the front?" he asked bluntly, his voice cutting through the heavy silence that hung between them. "There must be a main front where the invaders are being pushed back."