{MIRA}
It was Shiloh who announced over dinner that he was closing talks early. Asher balked. "Neither we nor our witches have made any progress."
"My clan has become too dangerous. There has been a direct attack on a guest. Until I know who attacked her, I would like to err on the side of caution."
Maeve's gaze slid to me. "Removing temptation?" She purred.
I gritted my teeth. The whole dinner had been tense. Shiloh had been right all along. He considered the other alphas enemies, and now he had good reason.
Irving had turned his third in command to betray Shiloh. Maeve was ready to pin everything on me, and she was willing to kill now and ask questions later.
And Asher was walking around with guards bathed in magic. Glamour magic? Some other kind of magic? It took time for me to study it and try and pinpoint what the magic did, and I couldn't just stand in the open and stare at the guard.
