No, that wasn’t fair. Phoebe deserved her happy ending. I’d support that, even if I wasn’t getting my own.
Not to mention that things had gotten more complicated. As Cyrus turned and walked away, I touched my belly.
Incredibly more complicated.
After the King left, someone knocked on the door, and I shoved my feelings deep inside. “It’s me,” a voice called from the other side.
Phoebe!
Not even realizing how much I’d missed her, I bounded to the door, opened it, and pulled her into a big hug. I was not a woman who made friends easily, and I’d only met Phoebe at her ball. We’d bonded somehow, and the idea that she’d been hurt weighed on me.
“Cyrus would tell me absolutely nothing,” I said. “Only that you were dead, but now you’re alive.”
I’d thought of Phoebe constantly since I’d been
