Liam’s fist froze in midair, his glare vicious as it locked on me.
I took a step forward as well and met his eyes head-on.
“Liam, calm down.” Evelyn wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight so he couldn’t move any closer.
Suddenly, Laural rushed over, opening her arms wide to shield me. “The Pope’s marriage oracle just arrived, and Prince Liam wants to hit Princess Nina at a time like this? That’s contempt for the Pope’s oracle!”
The air went still.
Liam’s face stayed dark as he ground out, “You’re just an omega. You dare threaten me?”
I pushed Laural gently aside and curled my lips. “Then what are you afraid of? If you’re not afraid, why is Evelyn holding you back?”
Panic flashed in Evelyn’s eyes.
She was hesitating, wavering.
Did she want to protect me?
No.
She had never
