Julian’s POV
"Look at the screen, Alpha," Ethan said.
He slid the tablet across the heavy oak desk. The glass clicked against my coffee cup.
I did not pick it up. I did not need to. The glowing blue light already reflected off the dark wood, flashing with three words printed in a massive, bright red font.
The Broken Crown.
Underneath the title, a video played on a loop. It was Penelope. She was stepping out of a black sleek car, her hair falling over her shoulders in perfect waves. A second later, the video cut to Lorde. He was standing on a red carpet, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored suit. He smiled directly into the lens. A tiny heart emoji flashed between their faces.
"The mainland web is melting down," Ethan whispered. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
