Lyra
Rhiannon stopped squirming after the crown prince left. Her little, steady breaths were the only thing keeping me from screaming.
“He’s bluffing,” Caine said, pacing the room. “He’s throwing names like the Dark Umbra around because he knows you’re desperate.”
“Is he?” I looked at Randall, who hadn't moved from where he stood. His eyes were fixed on the door where the carpet had just rolled off. “He knew about my cancer, Randall. The exact kind. How?”
Randall finally turned and looked at me. “The Council has eyes everywhere, even in the labs that the goddamn organization uses. And Arthur is in that council. If he has truly aligned himself with the Dark Umbra, it’s not good for us at all.”
There was only one right answer to his earlier request then.
“I’m going to the ball,” I sa
