Celine barely had a moment to breathe after the confrontation in the court before another problem landed at her feet. The palace had become a battlefield, not of swords and blood, but of whispers and daggers hidden beneath honeyed words. And now, Lady Selene, another viper in noble silk had extended an invitation for a private meeting. It was suspicious. Too convenient. But ignoring it would only make her seem more secretive, more guilty. She had no choice but to go.
Ray was against it from the moment he heard. "This has trap written all over it."
Celine sighed, rubbing her temples. "I know."
"Then why are you going?"
"Because if I don't, they'll say I'm avoiding them out of guilt and if I do go and something happens, they'll twist it anyway." She smiled dryly. "So, I might as well walk into the lion's den on my own terms."
