“Your highness, we have urgent matters to discuss,” one of the councilmen appeared behind Liam when he was having breakfast at leisure, together with his mate.
“What is it?” He asked calmly. This didn’t bode well already. What could have happened?
“Privately, your highness, please,” he then said, his tone betraying his turmoil.
The furtive look the man shot Tatiana was all Liam needed to know her father might be involved.
“Speak,” he commanded, his tone firm and unyielding.
“We got word that the messenger was killed yesterday, your highness.”
Tatiana gasped in shock at that. “What messenger? Carson?”
Liam’s face turned grim and his earlier good mood vanished.
“Let me guess,” he began in a derisive tone, “the werewolves want to pin this on us.”
“Yes, your highness,” was
