Carlos’s P.O.V.
“When did I lie to you, Princess?” I asked, genuinely confused.
Her words took me by surprise, as sharp as a blade. I had just faced down the council, laid bare the truth for everyone to see, and cleared my name. Yet here she was, talking to me like I’d personally twisted the knife in her back.
Harley didn’t even look at me. “Oh, yeah. You didn’t lie, Alpha. I am an idiot.”
Her sarcastic tone slid down a faint prickle down my spine. I shifted my weight, trying to read behind her words. But her eyes stayed on Spike as if he were more important than me.
“What’s wrong, Princess? Why are you angry?” I raised my query, a touch of urgency creeping into my tone.
She balled her fists so tightly I could see the tension in her knuckles. Then she snapped her gaze at me.
“Really
