I could stay and chat with Luca, but I had to find out what the Queen Mother was planning. That woman always had something twisted brewing, and I wouldn’t be the one left in the dark—not again. Darkness wasn’t usually me.
When Luca crawled to sleep beneath me, I tried to remove myself from his grip, but he held me tight. Though I wanted to stay, I had to go.
Slowly, I peeled his arm off me and turned around, watching him shift into a more comfortable position. He looked drunk as f**k—exhausted from the battle plans and whatever liquor he’d gulped earlier.
I slipped out the door and found Tony waiting—my trusted informant, my chosen entail, and unfortunately, the Queen Mother’s own guard. He stood there looking around, nervous, like someone had already caught his soul trembling.
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