As the Kings arrived for their impromptu meeting the security around the Head Quarters was extra tight. Ana had been escorted under close guard by General Halon and several of his men and warlocks, to an antechamber behind where the Kings were to be meeting.
“Ana…” Damon’s voice called softly to her as she was zoned out, deep in thought, over her second cup of coffee. She looked up at his concerned face with a questioning one.
He came and sat down next to her, speaking in hushed tones. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do if Prince Adrian is there? Or, if his father knows who you are?”
Ana frowned and shook her head. “I’m trying not to.” She glanced at General Halon who was standing over by the windows looking out, bored, his hands clasped behind his back.
“That doesn’t make
