Knowing the King and Queen weren’t responsible for the latest attempt on my life should have come as a relief. But Nicholas and Julian were acting like this only made everything worse.
I didn’t know what could be worse than having the most powerful couple in the kingdom, and likely the planet, wanting you dead.
“This is… a good thing, right?” I ventured to ask.
Nicholas hummed low, a noise I had come to recognize as disagreement. Julian shook his head.
“I’m not convinced Prince Ronan was acting alone,” Julian said. “He’s a right asshole, certainly, and he has the credentials to sneak around. But he’s also a buffoon with more brawn than brains. And given enough time to calm down, he typically just moves on to some other woman.”
I lifted a brow at Julian, wondering how the hell he knew
