Chapter Eleven
Tyson banged his head on the table in front of him. They had retreated to the suite of rooms belonging to Camille and her husband while they stayed at the palace.
“I don’t believe you,” Camille said, eying Etta warily. “You’re just trying to stir up tensions within Gaule.”
The anger snapped within Etta and she held her breath, holding her simmering power in check. What was it about this place that made her control disappear so quickly?
Edmund wasn’t there to calm her. Not this time. He’d remained at Alex’s side.
If she spoke, she feared her magic would barrel into the indignant princess.
Amalie stepped forward to put a hand on the back of Tyson’s neck. She’d arrived soon after Tyson led Etta into the room and kept a protective eye on the prince.
“Didn’t Alex have guar
