It’s been a week. The shifters can’t find him. Every time they get close to where they think the prince may be, he vanishes. I have the theory that he’s leaving false clues and we actually don’t know at all where he is.
Ambrose is starting to believe the same.
We spend our time waiting for news. The king reinforces security, paranoid about my safety despite my protest. Even Althea becomes impatient as she waits for Theo to return with news.
“This isn’t working,” I tell him. It’s evening as I sit across the table from him. Our dinner has grown cold as neither of us has an appetite.
“We need to lure him out.”
“I’m not sure how you think we will manage that,” he responds.
I consider that for a moment. If I was determined to kill my mark but they were in hiding, I’d research what could convince them to come out. Usually, it’s an event or I would make someone they love appear to be in danger.