Just a few days ago, the Morrigans had showered me with expensive gifts. Smiles. Warm words. Respect.
I'd almost believed they wanted peace.
Now I understood.
They weren't fixing anything. They were laying bait.
Camilla had been planning this for a long time.
I had to admit it she was impressive in the worst way. If she used even half that focus on something decent, she could have gone far. But instead, she chose schemes and lies. That was her nature. She didn't build. She trapped.
I reached for some napkins to wipe the lemon water from my clothes, but Julian was faster. He handed one to me.
I wanted to refuse.
But Sera was sitting right there, watching. If I pushed him away too hard, it would look strange. Suspicious. And I wasn't about to give her space to imagine things that didn't exist.
So I accepted it with a small nod.
"Thanks."
When I looked up, I froze for a second.
Julian wasn't reacting to the news at all.
