Devon’s POV
Earlier that day, after the haunting call with Elder Throne
The moment the door shut and it was just Franco and me in the limo, the weight I’d been carrying crushed down on my chest again.
I exhaled sharply, rubbing the heel of my palm against my brow. “Elder Throne knows,” I muttered.
Franco straightened. “Knows what?”
I met his gaze, jaw clenched. “The lie. About Eleanor. That she’s not my mate. That she never was.”
Franco’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but he didn't speak. He knew there was more.
I turned, eyes locking onto his. “Nadia. She’s not just threatening my title. She’s threatening everything.”
“She’s playing dirty?”
“She’s playing smart. She reminded me of something I’d been too proud to admit: those leaked hospital footage clips? The ones that starte
