"Nixon? Don't tell me this is some stupid cliché story where he wants me."
"He wants me," Zion replies, causing my skin to pale.
"What?" I ask, shocked as I pull away from Zion. "Like what? Romantic? Or-
"Dead."
"He wants you dead?" I ask, my voice cautious as my fingers begin to shake. "Why was I moved from the palace?"
Zion shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You're the King. King Zion, you could order his arrest for all you want," I state, sitting back upon a stool, watching as the Alpha King paces back and forth through the kitchen. "If he wants you de-
"Sybil stop!"
I'm shut down, my mouth shutting right away.
Zion stares at me, his eyes turning black, his body tense. I can tell his wolf is close to being let loose. "Just stop asking questions and talking for one!
