“I don’t know the specifics, Your Majesty.” Zane spreads his hands in a gesture of helpless frustration that would be convincing if I didn’t know what a manipulative bastard he is. “But over the past three weeks, she has not been allowed to see me.” His voice drops, adding a note of wounded confusion that makes me want to vomit. “We were growing so close before, and now… Due to her friendship with the Queen, I fear she is being stopped from meeting with me.”
“What exactly do you mean by that, Lord Zane?” Kael’s voice cuts through the chamber, sharp as a blade. “What does Selene’s closeness with the Queen have to do with her avoiding you?”
Zane’s expression shifts to one of terrible, carefully composed pain that makes my wolf snarl. He’s good. Too good. The bastard should have been an act
