Sylvie’s POV:
A sudden, internal jolt made me subtly shift in my seat. I turned very minutely, almost imperceptibly, to look at the King, Rhaedon.
His gaze was indeed fixed on me and Ashborne. Still hard and assessing.
Then, I turned my gaze to look at the elegant lady who’d just screamed that she was Ezekiel’s sister.
Which meant she was the youngest sister of the Duke of Anruin. She was undeniably pretty. She looked like she’d be a perfectly good match for an Alpha, desirable and spirited. If I remembered correctly, then her name was Maureen. Maureen Anruin. A perfect, unsuspecting pawn for my immediate, desperate plan.
I looked down at the arena floor as Duke Anruin announced the first noble fight between Lydia Vale and Bram Merrow. I had no interest in such a thing.
A sudden j
