The air in the living room felt like it had been sucked out, replaced by the toxic fumes of my family's greed. Imogen was pacing the cream-colored wool rug, her eyes gleaming with a light that made Lily snarl in the back of my mind.
"A blessing?" I whispered, my voice trembling with disgust. "The man is dead, Mother. If the Prince finds out Waverly is a murderer, she'll be executed. And you think that's a blessing?"
"Oh, Leah, don't be so small-minded," Imogen said, waving her mimosa glass dismissively. A drop of orange liquid fell onto her quilted satin robe, but she didn't even notice.
"Think about it. The Prince must have marked her by now. He's claimed her. That means he's tied to her. If he finds out she killed an Alpha official, he'll have two choices: let her die and face the shame of a dead mate who is a murdered, or cover it up to save his own reputation."
