(Isolde's POV)
I stared at him.
He was actually sitting on my couch. The heir to the Alpha King throne. Sitting in my tiny apartment like he owned the place, one arm draped over the back cushion, completely relaxed.
I didn't know whether to laugh or scream.
I couldn't exactly tell him to get out. Not him. Not with who he was.
"Mr. Nightshade," I said carefully. "It's very late. You still want tea?"
He turned his head and looked at me.
That look. The one that made it clear he didn't answer to anyone.
"Why?" he said. "Is that a problem?"
I pressed my lips together.
"No," I said. "Of course not."
I turned and walked to the kitchen.
Standing at the stove, I watched the kettle and tried to make sense of what was happening.
He'd come here past eleven at night. He'd seen through my l
