*Fiona*
I barely make it back to my chamber before the laughter claws up my throat. The guards close the door behind me, and I press my back to the wood, covering my mouth with both hands. I don’t dare let it out, but my shoulders shake with the effort.
Varek is definitely melting down, scrambling, and probably pulling at straws. The fear that he might just have me killed in the middle of the night passes quickly. He has a castle filling with suitors, and Liora knows him better than most. He's too stubborn to cut his losses like that. He's probably too arrogant to think he still can't make me do as he wants, but he can't risk pissing me off and letting me spill the secret.
The alpha kings want me as a breeder, but they aren't signing up for someone they have no physical or mental power
