Chapter Five
Romeo retreated to his chambers with Amanda. A long night of planning lay ahead of them and he needed the quiet to think. “You’re worried,” he said, when their doors were closed.
“Would you be happier if I pretended I wasn’t? That w***e killed our son, the one who was supposed to take over this pack. Now I’m going to send my husband in there, virtually unarmed against a centuries old whatever she is, who happens to be obsessed with you. You know she’s going to want to sleep with you, right?”
“I’ve thought of that, yes. I’ll have to hope that I’m smarter than she is. Perhaps you can give me something that will make me appear to be ill when I use it?”
Amanda huffed out a breath and turned toward the cupboard that housed her potions. She pulled out several vials and laid them
