Violetta
It was Ferrara who announced over dinner that he was closing talks early.
London balked. "Neither we nor our witches have made any progress."
"My clan has become too dangerous. There has been a direct attack on a guest. Until I know who attacked her, I would like to err on the side of caution."
Maeve's gaze slid to me. "Removing temptation?" She purred.
I gritted my teeth. The whole dinner had been tense. Ferrara had been right all along. He considered the other alphas enemies, and now he had good reason.
Emerson had turned his third in command to betray Ferrara. Maeve was ready to pin everything on me, and she was willing to kill now and ask questions later.
And London was walking around with guards bathed in magic. Glamour magic? Some other kind of magic? It took time for
