Ambrosia POV
I shook.
I should have known it was too good to be true- to make an ally so easily? Because, what, we were family? We were no such thing.
He would turn on us the minute he knew.
No- he probably already knew.
My breathing turned rapid and shallow, and I grasped the tablecloth, gritting my teeth. Had he chosen this venue for this exact purpose? We were even roped in. There was no escape.
“Ambrosia,” Elijah said, and my name was honey on his lips. His hand eclipsed mine, and when our eyes met, his gaze was so tender that I could have been swept away in it. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t, though.
Francis continued to stare at me in that devilish way of his, as if he had all the cards and was only playing to get a rise out of me. Did he know? Had he known this entire time?
I was
