Duchess Moreau scratched her chin. “If you pulled my forces into the fight, who is guarding the border?”
Tyson jumped in to answer. “We’ve seen La Dame.” A gasp ran around the room. “If she comes for Gaule, no amount of soldiers at the border will stop her.”
“What about Bela? Magic folk are flocking there. Should we not worry they’ll come for some kind of retribution?” Camille asked.
Tyson shook his head. “No. The queen made us a promise.”
“Queen?” Their mother said at the same time as Camille said, “Bela has no queen.”
Tyson rose to his full height as if that would keep anyone from disputing his next words. “My sister is the queen.”
A tiny whimper sounded from Catrine’s throat as the realization struck her. Her pleading eyes met Alex’s with a question in them. Alex nodded. His broth
