Nicholas’s POV
“Can we trust him?” I asked, voice low and edged with suspicion. “How do we know that this green-eyed man or whatever he’s talking about isn’t made up?”
Marco didn't react immediately…but his eyes stayed locked on mine—calm and unreadable. That alone irritated me. Nothing about this situation was calm.
He leaned back against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching me with that steady, no-bullshit look he always had when he knew things were serious.
“Why would he make up something like that?” he replied. “It’s not like he knows about what the queen is. We've been very careful all these years…there's no way someone like Jackson would know.”
I exhaled sharply through my nose, but it didn’t ease the tight coil in my chest. If anything, it made it worse. Marco had a point—and
