"So?" Michael said, one leg crossed over the other as he stared at Melody on the other chair. His voice was almost too calm, especially considering the circumstances.
For the past three years, he'd been a passive bystander, forced to go along with the Winterborne's plans. Originally, Michael was under the impression that the deal was mutually beneficial for both parties—allowing him to justify the situation.
However, since arriving at the academy and being thrust into what seemed like a political nightmare, he was beginning to think that the dangers far outweighed what he could possibly gain.
And judging by Melody's demeanor, it was clear she knew much more than she had been letting on.
"Care to explain yourself? Why is it that nearly every teen our age is after your hand?" Michael began, his voice even. "Who is Magnus?—and why did he call you cousin? Is he related to the royal family?"
