Ella

Hugo, Sinclair and I are all staring at the television with wide eyes and slack jaws,

unable to process the images flitting across the screen. It seems like every time we

manage to take a few steps forward, Lydia and the Prince find a way to send us

reeling back – and this is no exception.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Hugo expresses, obviously overwhelmed. “Why would

he risk losing the pack’s sympathy by parading around another Woman so soon after

his wife’s death?”

“Trust me, Hugo – Damon isn’t the one calling the shots here. This is all Lydia.”

Sinclair states gruffly. “She’s going to force her way onto the throne one way or

another. Right now she’s playing the doting friend, but mark my words, by the time the

election ends she’ll be in his bed.”

“How bad is this?’ I ask, looking up at Sinclair’s handsome face, “Does she have

information that could hurt you?”

Sinclair Squeezes my shoulders, “She knows some secrets.” He relates, “but luckily

nothing I could imagine as a smoking gun. In fact most of what she knows would be

more harmful to the Prince things like my father’s attack, Things the public believes

were accidents but our private investigators proved malicious.” His mouth flattens into

a hard line. “The real danger is that she knows how we think, how we operate. Not to

mention that the Prince doesn’t have more than two brain cells to rub together, but

Lydia has plenty.”

“So what do we do?” I ask anxiously, my head replaying the news reel over and over

again. “My bed rest isn’t common knowledge, and they’re making it sound like my

absence from the public eye is suspicious. Do we tell everyone about my condition?

Or do we make an appearance?”

“I’m afraid making an appearance might play right into their hands. This could be

some sort of attempt to lure us out of hiding.” Hugo advises, looking very grim indeed.

In the distance I hear the front door open and close – a fact which comes as quite a

surprise, since my hearing has never been so sharp before.

Wheels roll over the door jam, and then Henry’s voice floats up toward us, “Good

Morning!”

“Henry!” I exclaim, both taken aback yet unsurprised we stayed in bed so long.

Sinclair’s father has been coming over almost every day since we agreed to be

invalids together, and he’s been an invaluable help, since I learned my true identity.

the restroom to change. I might be a

too deeply ingrained to allow me

– and I’m definitely not changing in

emerge, Sinclair is also dressed, though much more formally than

together, Sinclair carrying

but

the breakfast table, the

and me feeling like an

matters I can’t begin to understand. It’s not that they exclude me, I

of my depth.

Sinclair asks, turning his blazing

more than half

respond to this

thoughtfully, trying to ignore the flash of emotion in

observes the nervous habit. Releasing my

happened with Lydia’s husband?I mean

to some other Alpha, right?” I clarify. When

he in all this? Even if he doesn’t want her anymore, it must make

her to be gallivanting

Henry praises, maintaining a straight-faced

me that he’s not giving out

this the

motivations, we can

without playing into

be expecting some sort of

to spin ourselves out of the hot

them – where

the pack by rustling up her husband

Hugo nods approvingly. “Good

but when I look

think it’s

situation just doesn’t seem

scoffs, “You

to tell you this is all fucked six

I mean, I feel like I’m

me and

on it.”

beginning

scheme.”

Prince is too unimaginative to

imperceptibly, and

and swearing

isn’t too unimaginative?”

faces.

while Prince Damon might have seen his

the type to impulsively destroy one of his

Lydia wouldn’t have any reservations about getting the Princess

of the way.”

saying what I think you are?” I gape, both certain I’ve

to believe my

it seems, what other explanation

and pacing back and forth behind the dining table. “If

I wouldn’t question it.

could make the case for rogues or vengeance for

But poison? That’s a

political scheme you would think the

the details in

Damon looking sympathetic.”

“Instead it just

“If it was planned,

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