CAROLINE
There was something Sean wasn't telling me.
I knew because, in his eyes, I saw the same shadow that I hid in mine: I, too, hadn't told him about the text I'd sent to Ethan. I hadn't told him about the plan we'd set up a few hours earlier in a sleazy brothel in Carenna, where I'd gone just before picking up my dress for the gala. I'd lied to him with a smile on my face, once again wearing the armour I'd learned to love taking off in his presence.
I had hated every second of it: the moment I'd asked him for the portal stone, the moment I'd kissed him goodbye, the moment he'd whispered "come back soon". He trusted me, and I'd lied to him.
What kind of wife and mate did that make me?
A smart one, the more cynical part of me commented. There's no point in risking his life in t
