As reality crashed over Kathryna, a single tear slid down her face. She ended the call with the Queen and she sat frozen for a second, the phone still clutched in her damp hand, the truth ringing in her ears like the toll of a bell that marked the end of her reign.
Aidan had gotten to her.
Her plan had failed yet again.
"There are still dozens of reporters waiting outside," Felix's voice pulled her out of her reverie. "All hungry for scraps, for anything exclusive that could land them a promotion. Do you mind if I have my folder back?"
He stretched out his hand toward the folder of papers that lay on the table, but Kathryna grabbed the folder and quickly jerked backward from it, her heart hammering loudly in panic.
She couldn't go down this way. She shouldn't give him the folder. This was her folder, not his. This was meant to be burnt, not used against her.
She wouldn't let that happen.
