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“IT’S MOST LIKELY SOMEONE on the council,” Ebere whispered.
Rasha wanted to punch someone. All of this, everything she’d done, was a sham? She was supposed to be the face of the palace. The incumbent princess and her prince playing heroes, while they plotted against her from the inside the entire time. Her pleas for reinforcements, delayed or even ignored.
Jak stepped into their small circle and said quietly, “I’ve just heard from my father there might be spy.”
“We have proof,” Ebere held up his device.
Rasha said, “We should stop discussing our strategy with the council. Shut them out. If they don’t have our plans they can’t give them to the beasts.”
“No.” Ebere and Jak replied in unison.
“Why not?” Rasha asked.
Jak nodded to Ebere.
He explained, “If there’s a spy on the counci
