Shaken, I stepped into the elevator and Emeric immediately noticed the paleness of my face.
"It seems like you've seen a ghost, princess. Is something wrong?"
It was as if I had, yes.
"No, actually nothing's wrong. It's just that I'm worried about what my uncle might want in exchange for my she-wolf. Did you talk to him about it?"
Emeric shook his head.
"I only arranged the meeting, princess, but I didn't preempt any negotiations."
"Negotiations, you say?" Once again, I had the feeling that Emeric's words were betraying him. He might be a bicentennial man, but he lacked the wisdom one would expect someone of his age to have. "So, my uncle isn't going to release Belona without asking for anything in return?"
Emeric must have realized his mistake immediately because he avoided my gaze
