CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Etta paced the hall outside Tyson’s door. They should have left already. Tyson needed to be out of the palace before his secrets were revealed. Days. Etta had been waiting for days for Alex to bring up a mission to the border. Surely the queen would have succeeded in convincing him.
What the hell was taking him so long?
She'd been kicked out of a meeting. She was supposed to stand at the king's side for all things, but Anders blocked her as she’d tried to enter. He had a need to speak with the king alone. The distrust was evident in his eyes. When Alex assured her he'd be safe with his captain, she didn't argue.
She was so tired of the secrets; the hatred pointed her way.
Just like days ago when she'd walked through the outer palace, she felt eyes watching her every
