ELODIE’S POV
Lying to Damon was becoming easier, That terrified me. Not because I cared what Damon thought of me Because I cared what I thought of myself. I stood near the western garden wall, fingers lightly brushing the edges of flowers I had no interest in while two guards lingered several feet behind me. Damon had loosened restrictions again.
Less guards, Less supervision. Longer walks. More freedomNot freedom. Never freedom, Just a longer leash But it was working. Exactly the way Nathan and I had planned. Exactly the way I hated.
“Lady Elodie.”
I turned slightly, One of the palace omegas approached carefully.
“His Majesty is looking for you.”
Of course he was, Lately Damon always seemed to be looking for me. If I skipped breakfast He noticed. If I looked tired, He noticed. If
