Zane stared at me, and I could tell there was more he wanted to say but he wasn’t in the position to say it. Isaac was a Prince, after all.But he did say, “How about I help you with the Shelter Project? I’m not just here to handle Silvermist affairs. I’m here to support you in whatever capacity you
Bianca“And the quarterly timber yield is up fifteen percent from last year,” Zane explained, sliding another document across the desk toward me. “The new equipment from Ethan’s foundation has already made a significant impact.”I nodded, trying to focus on the numbers in front of me, but the words
Isaac didn’t need to say anything else to make the implication clear: he didn’t trust Zane. A small voice in the back of Isaac’s head told him he was being unreasonable, that he was letting his wolf’s possessiveness override his logic. But he couldn’t stop himself.Zane blinked. “Princess Bianca is
IsaacThe palace was quiet at this hour, most of the staff having retired for the night, leaving only the occasional guard posted throughout the dimly lit corridors. The party had long since ended, and Bianca had already retired, complaining about a sore back and swollen feet.So it was Isaac and Is
“I wouldn’t put it past her,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to ruin the party by worrying about it right now.”Zelda nodded, although I could tell by the stubborn set of her jaw that she was adding Ella to the very top of her list of suspects.“Bianca, darling,” Ella cooed as she reached us, air-kis
BiancaElla had been invited to the party, of course, so I was expecting to have to see her at some point.But seeing her now sent a jolt of unease ran through me, and as I watched her saunter into the garden, wearing a red dress that was entirely too formal for a daytime garden party—and clearly de