“Has Lena Iykos been informed of his cause of death?” I rasped, nodding toward Landon.
Marion shook her head.
“Let’s keep it that way for now,” I said. “Until we know more about what’s going on here, I’d like to keep this under wraps. There’s no reason to set everyone off if we’re not sure what we’re facing.”
“I agree, my Prince. Lena Iykos is in the reunification center. I am assuming you’ll be speaking with her to deliver the news.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “And where would the reunification center be?” I asked sheepishly.
“The dining hall, my Prince.” Marion replied smoothly. “I recommend you not go in alone.” Her bright blue gaze moved over my shoulder, and I turned as I sensed Wyatt drawing closer.
For a moment, I was comforted by his presence, and then I remembered he’d fucking lied to me.
Okay, well, he didn’t lie. He just chose not to tell me vital information. There was a phrase for that, wasn’t there? Lying by omission?
“Any further information on this topic, please give to me directly.” I said quietly. “I don’t want an uproar until we know what’s going on.”
“Agreed, my Prince. I will call you with any updates on our…enigma.”
Chapter 5
Wyatt
I blew out a breath,rubbing my hands on my thighs as Rafe and I stood outside the dining hall.
God, what a fucking mess we’d found ourselves in.
Rafe was fuming mad with me, but he’d still let me watch Marion through his eyes while she explained the telepathic injuries on Landon. Part of me was relieved Skye hadn’t caused such an injury, since that would’ve been painful as fuck and a little cruel. But another part of me was even more fearful than before.
A Healer from the Palace knew Landon had been killed by a Telekinetic. She knew Skye’s signature, now. Anyone Skye killed from here on out could be tracked. And Skye didn’t seem to know and probably wouldn’t care that that was a possibility.
Fuckingfuck.
I rubbed my eyes.
I’d wanted to learn how to track different signatures through my healing for years, but no one knew how to do it anymore. If I’d gone into working for the Palace, someone probably would have taught me eventually, but I didn’t want to be property of the fucking Royals, so here we were.
“She’s going to flip her fucking shit,” Rafe whispered. “Fuck, Wyatt. I can’t do it.”
“You don’t have a choice,” I replied dryly. “We’re here because you took charge.”
Rafe twisted his lips into a sour expression.
“It’s better to prove Alejandro wrong,” I reasoned. “He doesn’t think you can do this. And I’ll be right behind you.”
Rafe scoffed. “Right behind me. Is there a knife in your hand?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What the hell does that mean?”
Suddenly, the icy caress of Rafe’s shadows snaked around my arms before pulling me toward the building. I barely had time to yelp before we stopped moving. Rafe had shadowed us under the overhang of the dining hall, so the press couldn’t keep taking pictures of us every time we breathed.
“What the fuck?” I asked without much heat. Rafe was freaking me out. His eyes were a little wild, his shadows moving erratically as he grabbed my collar and yanked me closer.
“I have enough targets on my fucking back, Wyatt. I don’t need you to be one of the people waiting to stab me.”
“Whatthe fuckare you talking about?” I shoved at his hand, but he only tightened his hold on me, and the shadows at my feet seeped further up my leg. My heart-rate spiked as I tried and failed to move my legs. “Rafe, knock it off. What the fuck.”
“You lied to me,” he practically growled. “You knew, Wyatt. You fuckingknew.”
