LIAM’S P.O.V.
“Zach,” I said, dragging my fingers across the edge of the map without looking up, “how’s our little Marla operation going?”
From the corner of the room, he shifted slightly.
“It's going well,” he said after a pause. “She doesn’t suspect a thing.”
“That’s good,” I replied, finally glancing at him. “Would be a shame if we had to start calling her ‘Queen Marla the Mindreader’ before I get to crown her with silver.”
Zach didn’t laugh. He never did when it came to Marla.
“Any chance,” I added, tilting my head, “that your unresolved teenage pining won’t get in the way of this?”
His jaw tensed. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Oh, I worry about everything. I’m a king now. It’s part of the job description.” I took a step closer, lowering my voice just enough that Jake an
