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.

and disappear into the restroom to change. I might

ingrained to allow me to strut around

does – and I’m definitely not changing

dressed, though

Sinclair carrying me despite my

but it isn’t enough

all gather around the breakfast table, the men analyzing

and me feeling like an

to understand. It’s not that they exclude

of my depth.

asks, turning

circles for more than half an hour, debating

to this

trying to

observes the nervous habit. Releasing my

with Lydia’s husband?I mean the Princess is dead,

Alpha, right?” I clarify.

he doesn’t want her anymore,

for her to be gallivanting

Henry praises, maintaining a

me that he’s not giving out false compliments.

the wrong

trying to understand their motivations, we can simply leave it

and respond without playing into their

all, they’ll be expecting some sort of countermove to

to spin ourselves out of the hot seat

onto them – where it

them busy and distract the pack by rustling

Hugo nods approvingly. “Good

when I look over, his features

I think it’s the best

entire situation just doesn’t seem

course not.” Hugo scoffs, “You don’t need to

is all

feel like I’m missing

“Therę’s something bothering me and I just can’t

on it.”

the beginning that

scheme.” I

the Prince is too unimaginative to have

imperceptibly, and

into a fist and swearing up a storm.

isn’t too unimaginative?”

faces.

while Prince Damon

he’s not the

But Lydia wouldn’t have any reservations about

of the way.”

are?” I gape, both certain

believe my

explanation do

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

to death, I wouldn’t question

could make the case for

But poison? That’s

and if it was a political scheme you would think the

details in a way that benefitted the campaign

Damon looking sympathetic.”

it just

it was planned, then why haven’t

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