His voice was steady, but Sorayah wasn't fooled. She could hear the curiosity, the need to confirm something lurking beneath his words.
"Now," he commanded, his expression turning sharp once more. "Unveil your face. I want to see the face of my personal dancer."
Sorayah's heart stopped.
If she had been anywhere else, she could have used her disguise spell, shifted her features into another woman's entirely. But here, surrounded by werewolves, her magic would be detected instantly.
I am dead.
The words echoed in her mind like a tolling bell as she swallowed hard, the weight of Lupien's and Dimitri's piercing gazes settling heavily upon her.
But just then...
"Your Highness!"
A feminine voice rang out, sharp yet graceful, breaking the tense silence. Every head turned toward the source.
The Luna Empress.
Immediately, everyone present except for Lupien lowered their heads in deep respect.
