Blake froze, his jaw going slack to let his mouth fall open. "The King? The King is coming here?" he clarified, his voice sounding like it was getting higher with panic.
"I need to get you away on a mission now. Like, like right now," I grabbed his upper arms, squeezing them tightly. "It's okay. It's okay. I know what to do," I said quickly, my words tumbling out and sounding almost slurred as I rushed to get them out. "I will tell Damien what's going on, and we'll send you with him on some kind of, I don't know, advocacy thing? You'll be the face of the Pack while he discusses the treaty and how it went with his, and since some of the Pack already recognizes you, they'll trust you, so it will make sense that I sent you instead of going myself. Yeah, yeah okay that'll work!"
Blake nodded
