Chapter 36. Helena POV

Clutching my stack of notes I joined Alexander for a working dinner. Sat together eating fabulously rich steak, potatoes and vegetables we each combed through a stack of papers. Contentment hummed between us. It might be fairly mundane and boring, especially today where the briefings had lasted forever but we were together.

Certain we were finally alone after the last servant cleared away our plates, I could finally tell Alexander what had happened with Azalea.

I gave him my notebook to read and he went through our conversation.

"She said all of this? She was that emotional?" he said after studying it for a while, "it doesn't sound like Azalea."

"I know, I think she must be under a lot of stress. Maybe hiding things from Ivan or not comfortable with what Alpha Francis asks of her?"

"How long do you think the assassin will be? Do you even think he will come back?"

I searched my thoughts and came up with nothing. Fyre had nothing to offe