"How sure are you about this?" Derek asked.
He was on a secure FaceTime call with Declan, Connor, and their man in Moonfang, alone in his study that evening. Kira had gone down to the shore for a walk to breathe in the evening air. Alistar had not shown his face since morning, and Flora had prepared dinner before slipping away early. Their granddaughter's crisis must have taken a turn for the worse again, a fact that stirred a rare flicker of empathy in his chest. He made a mental note to check on them before this "honeymoon" reached its end, it was the least a King could do for such loyal subjects. But for now, their absence gave him some breathing space.
