Todos os capítulos de Too Curvy For The Crown: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 46

Freya I stop dead in the middle of the lobby, Ezra's hand gripped tight in mine, and pull him half behind me before I even fully register what I'm doing."Can I help you?" I ask, keeping my voice level even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to turn around and get my son out of this building.Neither man answers. They just stand there, arms crossed, filling the space in front of the elevators like a wall of muscle stuffed into expensive suits refusing to let us pass through, and my mind races through everything I know about Moonshade, about Isabella's father, about the alliance Alaric is supposedly forcing on Ronan and wonder why they are here."This is King Alaric's territory," I say, louder this time, loud enough that a couple crossing the lobby toward the mailboxes stop and turn to stare. "Are you telling me Moonshade is declaring war on Blackmoor by threatening private citizens on his own soil?"Still nothing. My heart is hammering hard enough that I can feel it

AlaricI drove back to the office with Isabella sitting stiff in the back seat, arms crossed, refusing to look at me, and I let the silence sit between us because I needed the drive to think instead of argue."She provoked me," Isabella finally said, breaking the quiet before we even reached the gate. "You saw how she talks to people. I'm not the only one at fault here."I didn't answer her, my mind stuck on a question that mattered far more than whatever excuse she was building for herself.How did she know where Freya lived.Ronan had spent months keeping Isabella far away from Freya and Ezra, careful about every detail, every name, every scrap of information that could lead anyone from Moonshade to that apartment, and he would never have handed that address to the one person he was actively trying to shield them from.Which meant someone else gave it to her.By the time we reached my office, Isabella had switched from defensive to sulking, dropping into the chair across from my des

Freya I pulled Ezra away from the bleachers with my hand wrapped tight around his, walking fast enough that he had to jog a little to keep up, and I didn't say anything until we were far enough from the crowd that no one could hear us."Ezra, listen to me," I said, crouching down to his level. "You can't talk to strangers like that. You don't know that man.""He's not a stranger," Ezra said, frowning at me like I had said something ridiculous. "He's your friend. I've seen him before, remember, at the mall and at the apartment. He's cool. I like him. He's like Uncle Ronan."I felt my chest go tight, but I kept my face soft, because the last thing I wanted was for him to think he had done something wrong. He hadn't. He was just a child who liked talking to people, who didn't know what any of it meant."Okay," I said, brushing his hair back. "Just be more careful next time, alright? Come find me first.""Okay, Mommy," he said, already bored of the conversation, his eyes back on the fiel