_Rowena’s POV_
I should have known he wouldn’t leave quietly.
I was halfway up the stairs when I heard him behind me, not following exactly, more the sound of a man who had been sitting with something and had finally decided he couldn’t sit with it anymore.
“Rowena.”
I stopped. Didn’t turn around.
“Was the divorce about Alaric?”
I turned around.
Kaelen was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hands at his sides and his jaw set.
“Say that again,” I said.
“The Alpha King,” he said. “The petition. The decree. The way he looked at you at the wedding.” His voice had taken on the specific flatness of someone who has built a theory and is confronting the person it’s about. “Was the whole thing designed to get you closer to him? Was that the plan from the begi
