Everyone clapped politely. The trumpets blared again.
The Alpha King’s gaze slipped over the entirety of the ballroom before landing on me. Locked on me, he started walking straight for me.
Benedict’s POV
Walking into the banquet hall, I searched out my errant niece at once and immediately found her standing beside Martin and Lillian. Where Damien was, who could be sure? But I wasn’t looking for him yet. He would face his judgement soon enough.
For now, having heard that Amelia had partially recovered from her amnesia only to find herself suffering from a different version of it, I approached her, a test in mind.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t believe my nephew, exactly. Why would he want to keep the truth from me?
But such things seemed so unusual, I wasn’t certain they could be believed
