Miracles were for people who didn't do their homework. Blair always did her homework and right now, she was kicking herself internally for missing the obvious.
Mary Sellsor stood facing forward. Hands clasped behind her back. Posture immaculate. Her uniform was pressed, her hair was pinned, and her breathing was steady in a way that most people's wouldn't be when Blair Drakencrest was in front of her.
The dragons and mage who had entered the throne room with her had arranged themselves in the background as nothing. Smart men. Ryker, Griffin, and Sterling by the far window in the back. Damon in the corner with Lux in the opposite. Kael leaning against a column.
All were watching. All were wondering the same thing. Was this woman Emma? And if it was, how the hell did Blair Drakencrest narrow it down to her?
Blair waited until the last servant left the throne room and the doors were shut.
