Chapter 5

Mara's POV

Ronan was waiting for me downstairs with Alpha Lucien Cross. Gideon’s courier had asked to speak with Alpha Lucien, and I was still upstairs being pinned into a gown. Apparently, I was expected to answer my husband’s lies in something better than a torn ceremonial dress.

"I can dress myself," I said.

"You can also limp across a border barefoot," Tamsin replied. "Your judgment is under review."

“Ronan wants you at that table before Gideon’s version becomes the truth,” she added. I met her eyes in the mirror. “Then hurry.”

Maeve stood behind me with pins between her lips. “Is everyone here unbearable?” I asked, looking at her in the mirror. She removed the pins from her mouth. “Ronan hires for it.”

The dress was not delicate. Heavy blue fabric