"We could mix it with a sedative," she suggests.
"Or with alcohol," Raven adds. "It amplifies the effect."
Geo puts hand on face.
drags it down.
sighs.
loud.
"Are you both insane?" he snarls. "No one is poisoning the crown fucking prince of Surhiira!"
Moon pouts. "Only a little. You're being dramatic."
Geo stares at her. "Aren't omegas supposed to be the moral compass of a pack?"
"I'll moral your compass," she mutters.
Raven scowls. "Honestly, Daddy, how old-fashioned can you be?"
"Yeah,old man. Don't be backwards," Nikolai sneers.
can tell he secretly agrees with Geo.
Geo throws hands up, surrendering. "All I'm saying is maybe we shouldn't start our diplomatic mission with a poisoning."
"Is he always like this?" Moon asks.
"You have no idea." Raven sighs. "He's allergic to fun."
"No, I'm just surrounded by psychopaths!"
"How dare you. If anything, I'm a sociopath," Raven counters.
"I have a better idea," Nikolai says, smug, ignoring them.
all turn to him.
even I didn't see him move.
he holds small paper.
colorful.
pictures on it.
pictures of smiling happy people printed in ink.
taken from table.
"The Surhiiran palace gives tours to tourists," he announces. "We could just...go."
silence.
more staring.
Moon moves first.
