Shock coursed through as I stared at him wide eyed. I clenched my jaw shut so it wouldn’t hang open in front of the crowd. Eyes were glued to me and the crowd was silent. Argonathe thoughtfully plucked fluff off his attire, and Rhett squeezed me so hard I worried I would bruise.
Rhonda and Oliver will never agree to it. They made it clear how they felt about the Fae. They haven’t been speaking to me either; how will I convince them to do this?
Should I even try? I thought of all the stories I’d read about the Fae. First hand tales from Grimoires about witches dealing with the Fae. It was one thing to be on a trial with the country’s leading Alpha on your side, but asking Rhonda and Oliver to do this was another.
I shifted my gaze to Rhett, who was boring holes into the side of my head.
