"Do not forget," Ariadne's voice snapped me back.
"Your life hangs by the frail tether of that mate bond. Use it to your advantage or let some vile girl use it against you. The second Noca's mark fades from your neck, you'll be dead in moments." She snapped her fingers as demonstration, the sound slicing the air, vivid enough for bile to rise in my throat.
"Why do you want to uncover Eryndor's death so badly?" I forced out with a rough voice. "It could have been anyone. And if it was ruled suicide, perhaps it was. Why cling to the belief he was murdered?"
She only shook her head.
"It is tradition," she said slowly, "for the Beta's daughters to become the mates of the Alpha's son."
