Chapter 94

• "Rhea, we have to speak."
• Lucien's voice was a whisper in the night. He had found her at the Lake House, the only sanctuary where she felt safe. She sat on the porch, gazing out over still water, the moonlight a silver band across its face. The fight at the Council Hall was finished for now, but the hangover was a chill, muffled dread. Her mates were with Elder Marla, mapping out a strategy. She was alone.
• Rhea didn't turn. "There is nothing to talk about, Lucien. The older vampire has a plan. My mates do. I do. Everyone plans. And at the center of them all… is Micah. And at the center of them all… is me.".