Chapter Eight

My blood turned cold. He wasn’t going to let her go. This would mean war. The only thing worse was that the only thing keeping me alive right now was Ivan. He seemed pretty loyal to Becca, but more than his loyalty to his king? I was about to find out.

“She did not tell me who, only that she had found someone.” His voice was strained. The king must have him by the throat.

“I know she confides in you! Who is it? I order you to tell me!”

“I am telling you, sire. She mentioned meeting someone briefly. I told her to talk to you first as you are her father.”

There was a thud on the floor, he must have released him.

“She’ll be spending the night down here to learn to appreciate all I have given her. No food or water, for three days. Understand?!”

“Yes your majesty.”

“And what of that werewolf?”

“He’s unconscious right now, shall I wake him for you?”

“No, leave him for now. When they are both awake I want you to make her watch him die. She’s forgotten what happens to those who betray