Delia’s POV
The steam was rising around me. The bathroom window was open, and the white moon hung in the dark blue sky, shining like pearls on velvet cloth.
I stared at the sky, lying in the bathroom tub, thinking about the day's events.
What elder William said about royal discipline, about loyalty to mate, reminded me of His Royal Highness Kral. He was so noble and cold. I remembered how he interrogated Bernice this afternoon. Had it not been for the sharp arrow, everything would have been under his control. Bernice was supposed to be able to tell the secret under Kral's guidance.
Nothing seems to escape Kral's grasp. He is always in control of the development and outcome of everything. He tortured Bernice's body for a week, then used the witch's potion to break her, and finally used
