My heart stuttered. He was trying to track my movements, to see where I might be hidden.
"I can help in the kitchens," I offered quickly. "Preparing supplies for the warriors."
Luna Mara nodded approval. "An excellent suggestion. Daisy knows our storage systems well."
"I'll escort her," Jackson said immediately.
Marc's eyes narrowed fractionally. "Both heirs to guard one kitchen worker? Seems excessive when your borders are under attack."
"I'll take her," Maison countered. "Jackson has more experience with the northern defences."
The brothers exchanged a look loaded with unspoken communication.
"Actually," I interjected, surprising myself with my boldness, "I know the way to the kitchens perfectly well. I work there, remember?" I turned to Alpha Logan. "With your permission, Alpha,
