Book 2: Keeping Cool

Anwen

‘Nessa just confirmed everything,’ Candace says through the mind-link.

‘What?’ I reply, trying not to look like I’m talking to anyone.

“If we put the targets in the west field, the sun will be in everyone’s eyes by noon.” Taner, Kieran’s Beta and representative at the meeting, taps the rough map of the castle laid out between dishes on the breakfast table before us. “No, I think the south field’s the ticket.”

“The south field is where your men usually train, is it not?” King Andri asks, his voice dripping with suspicion.

‘Floyd killed King Isai and framed Kieran because he was mad about the fake-mate thing,’ Candace says.

My gaze snaps to the shifter across the table from me, Floyd him-fucking-self. He’s staring at the Goddess-damned map without a care in the world. My canines lengthen as my blood turns to fire in my veins. Murderer. Shitty, petty murderer.

‘Anyone else involved?’ I snarl.

“Just because it’s the