Cane was standing by the red door, his back to me. His shoulders were stiff with tension. Vane was a few feet away, leaning against a rusted hoist, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes, his distrustful golden glare, never left my face.
"He knows," I said, my voice cracking the silence.
"He has the footage from the body-cam. He saw everything, Cane. He saw the shift. He saw the attack."
Cane turned slowly.
"And? What is the price for his silence?"
"Me," I whispered.
"The price is me. I have to go back. I have to move in with him, resume my life as Eloise Thorne, and act as if the last month never happened. I have to be the perfect, obedient daughter."
Vane let out a sharp laugh.
"There it is! The princess misses her castle. I told you, Cane. The moment the heat got
