Second Turning
"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before."
His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage."
I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous?
He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider.
"Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line.
Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.