Nyx's POV
The question caught me off guard. "I don't know. I've been too busy surviving to think about whether I like it."
She nodded slowly. "And the Alpha King? How has he been treating you?"
I kept my face neutral. "Fine. He's been fair."
"Fair." She repeated the word like she was testing it. "That's not the same as kind."
"He's been kind too. When it matters."
She studied me. She knew. Maybe not the details, but she knew something had changed since her last visit.
"Let's find some lunch," she said finally. "I'm starving."
We ate in the medical wing, avoiding the great hall. I told myself it was because my mother was tired from walking. The truth was I couldn't face the possibility of seeing Warrick with Diane, of having my mother witness whatever expression crossed my face when
