Sighing heavily, she sat down in the chair in front of the bed.
“I have my reasons, your highness. It is painful to retell the past, but because my grandson loves you, I will speak.”
Bristling, for she had never realized the intensity of Ryanne’s feelings until now, Angelique dispelled such thoughts from her head as she patiently waited for the woman to speak.
“Should I begin from the starting of all the mess we are in now?”
“Please do.”
Urging her on, Angelique was desperate for answers to the unsaid questions in her heart—especially why the Exiled Lycan King killed her mother.
Cora’s shoulders sagged, the potency of sadness cascading around her person like a cloak. Sensing such strong feelings, Angelique hesitantly and with shaking hands lightly touched her hands.
Instantly, she
