Margot
The back seat of the Mercedes was quiet, but my mind was loud.
Through the tinted glass, the trees along the road blurred into a dark green wall. We were getting closer to the Lycan King’s palace, and every mile made my throat feel tighter.
What would happen once we went through those gates? What if Dorian asked me about Ashmere? What if he expected me to know things only my twin sister, Margaux , would know?
I only had small pieces of the truth. I did not know enough about how Margaux had lived during the last three years.
I took out the phone Dorian had given me. My fingers pressed the screen as I typed a message to Lucien. I did not need to look up his number; I had memorized it years ago.
I am okay. For now, I will be away on business. Do not worry. When I return, I will
