“Them,” She tilts her head in their direction, never once turning back to glance their way. “Worry not about them. They serve me and not father, so their loyalties lie with me.”
If that didn’t sound eery or treasonous in any way, then I don’t know what would.
After all, all servants of the Salem throne swear fealty to their King and their King alone.
Victor and I shared a look of surprise but said nothing in response to that. Especially since not of her entourage who heard what she said had a little inkling of a reaction.
Seems like a lot is going on in Salem we know nothing about.
“In that case, I’ll tell you why I summoned you.”
“Good, I was starting to get tired of your lovers spat.”
“We're not–” I try to quickly deny, but the knowing look she directed my way informed me that m
