Sixty-three:
Princess Sirena
There was a tall, intimidating woman standing before us. She wore a black suit with a blue tie. Her hair was short, and stark white. Her hands were in her pockets, her shoulders were back, and her grey eyes had locked directly with Antero. “Would you care to explain why you have brought the Imperator’s fiancé with you to our hideout? Do you have any idea the kind of danger that you’ve brought to our door?”
“Well,” said Antero, “Aunt Althaia, there has been a change of plans.”
“Other than you seducing the girl to get her to our side so that she could kill Zale?”
I locked eyes on him. “What?”
Antero winced. “Althaia, there has been a change of plans, and Sirena, that isn’t what it
