“King Alden is on the fence,” I tell him just as Anwen would have. “He’s furious about what Queen Maris did, but he doesn’t exactly crave bloodshed.”Kieran’s gaze flicks to me for a second. “Xander?”“Diplomat.” I think. He still wears his usual bravado, which mutes down many of his expressions int
FinnThe next day, I knock on Xander’s bedroom door with a plate of food in my hands.“Enter,” he calls.I march inside with my best approximation of the staff’s invisible poise, then fake a curtsy before presenting the requested breakfast: toast with jam, a pastry, and a steaming cup of coffee. His
The corners of his lips twitch. “Depends. How confident are you that I can’t?”A pouch of gold sits in my room back at the castle, but betting gold is a weak man’s game. “Loser makes breakfast for the other.”A true smirk. “Deal. Fastest to down a half-dozen pints?”I stick my hand out, and Finn cla
Perhaps I’ll run it off. My wolf is the only other shred of peace I get.A few steps outside the massive hall, Finn catches up to me. All the Solbergs do look shockingly alike—except for Candace, of course. His ice-blond hair hangs straight around his razor-sharp cheekbones, and his ice-blue eyes sh
XanderThat night, Father stands from his seat next to me. “As a token of gratitude for how you’ve welcomed us, we would like to offer you this chest, hand-painted by my own mother in anticipation of our trip.”That is our cue. I reach under the table, and at the same moment as my Beta, Corwyn, lift
“Vespera remains asleep.” The bags under Kieran’s eyes show just how difficult a feat that has been to achieve lately. “And I am hoping she’ll remain so long enough that Raven can join us at the welcome, but….”“What do you need from me?” The strangest part of everyone disappearing to various corner