VARDIS.
The club didn't feel like a club. It felt like a tomb. The Elders have been going on for about an hour about the political
implications of Lucien's death, but all I could think about was getting back to the palace. My wolf was pacing under my skin, restless and hungry for the only person that can calm him.
Elena.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out, ignoring the offended look from Elder Thomas. It was a text from the head of Elena's security detail.
The Queen is heading out, and we are following her.
To where? I typed quickly.
She didn't mention, but as soon as we get there, I'll make sure to text it to you.
You'd better, and keep her safe with your life, I texted back.
Will do, Your Majesty.
I tightened my grip on the phone. She was supposed to stay put.
