"You need to eat something," Osilus said, watching me push food around my plate.
We were back in our suite, preparing for dinner. A servant had delivered formal clothes—a deep emerald gown for me that was far too revealing, and dark suits for my mates.
"I'm not hungry," I said, which was true. My stomach was twisted in knots, and I couldn't stop thinking about the garden. About the vampire prince and his strange gold-silver eyes and the way he'd looked at me like I was more than just a Phoenix.
"You need your strength," Avalon said in his alpha tone. "Whatever happens at this dinner, we need to be ready."
"Ready for what?" I asked. "Talia said we're guests."
"Talia's not the only vampire in this citadel," Zane countered "And not all of them are as... diplomatic as she is."
He was rig
