Lies can't stand on one leg and truth always walks with the two of them.
~next day, morning, Adrian’s palace~
Ivan’s pov
We get outside our cars in hurry and I take Cora’s hand in mine while one guard of ours closes the door for us.
I see her worried yet very scared expression, her pale skin, her blurry eyes and tired body language and my heart aches, but don’t talk about it for now. The last thing I want is to upset her even more, she won’t stand it and for one more time I have to be the strong one between us, because my instinct and lycan assure me that something is wrong. Not that the latest incidents don’t scream for us to get ourselves prepared for the big bomb, whose gunpowder’s scent is strong and smells fire.
Ollia’s phone call to Mischa yesterday was the only thing we needed
