Mated to My Intended's Enemy
"Direct as always. Very well. I have something—or rather, someone—you might be interested in seeing."
The camera panned, revealing a dimly lit chamber behind him. In the center, surrounded by a circle of silver chains embedded with glowing runes, knelt a woman. Her head hung forward, long brown hair obscuring her face, but there was no mistaking the delicate pointed ears visible through the tangled strands.
Elisabeth Howlthorne. Victoria's mother. Alive, just as Victoria had sensed.
My expression remained impassive, though inwardly Ronan howled with rage. "Am I supposed to be impressed that you've taken an fairy hostage? The Council will have your head for violating the treaties."