Isabella’s POV
“You're looking for the wrong traitor.”
The words Ronan said were still in the air after the guards dragged him away.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
I stood like a statue, unable to move, watching him walk away into the night.
The old wolf was never afraid.
I was more worried about the seal than that.
More than the invasion.
More than just being caught.
Ronan had played like a man with a winning hand.
Darius was silent beside me.
His face was serious when he saw the escort fade away.
Lastly, he turned to Lucian.
“Your Majesty?”
Lucian's eyes never left the empty road.
“Take him below.”
Darius nodded.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Lucian spun around and left without saying a word.
I saw him off.
I wanted to go right away, part of me wanted to wait.
I wanted answers,
