"Oh, you two are related? What a coincidence," Rudy said, his tone brimming with innocent wonder.
Judging by his expression, it was clear he had no idea what the Prichard name signified—or if he did, he hid it well.
Magnus ignored the remark, a quiet chuckle slipping past his lips, gaze still remaining on Melody.
"Still frosty as ever, I see," he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Though I must admit, I find it rather interesting to hear news of your betrothal."
At his words, Melody shifted in her seat, visibly uncomfortable.
Michael realized then that their façade had been pierced. The Winterbornes' ties to the royal family meant they likely adhered to a stricter code of propriety than most nobles. If Magnus knew the truth—and Michael was certain he did—that could spell trouble.
This isn't good. If everyone finds out we lied… Michael's gaze flicked to the handsome man.
