I know I should have been much more focused on what was happening around me as I was led out of my chambers by a pair of vampires, once Batsheva had enjoyed her little recess, and toward the throne room instead of thinking about Sebastian.
But oh, my, my, my. Those lips. That magic. My body still tingled.
So much for Quaid.
Who said that? I turned my head a little as we passed the entry to the main room only to catch sight of a black-robed figure behind a statue. One white hand swept the hood back a little, Ameline's crystal blue eyes locking on mine.
Choke.
We need to talk, she sent. Watch your back.
I couldn't think fast enough to latch onto her, nor, I supposed, did I have the power. And then I was past her, every pair of eyes on me, including Mom's and Margaret's.
Did I dare mention Ameline was here? And what did she want?
Watch my back. Since when was the ice princess herself on my side?