Callum stood at the entrance to the pavilion, his expression thunderous.
Fiona froze. How long had he been standing there? How much had he heard?
"Prince Callum," the Queen said, her voice carefully neutral. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Is it?" Callum's voice was cold—colder than Fiona had ever heard it. He stepped past
her, his eyes fixed on his mother. "Because from where I'm standing, this looks like an
ambush."
"Don't be dramatic, darling. We were simply having tea."
"You were humiliating my mate." Callum's power filled the pavilion, making the air heavy.
Several of the women shifted uncomfortably. "In front of the entire court."
"We were having a conversation," Vivienne said, her voice sweet. "About the concerns many of us share regarding—"
"Regarding what?" Callum turned h
