"About what you and the Queen were talking about."
"Ack! Shut your big mouth!"
Selaphiel interrupted hastily, the words tumbling from her lips in a panic.
Her eyes flared with alarm, and she instinctively stepped forward, posture tense like a spring-loaded trap.
She was unwilling—no, utterly determined—not to divulge her secrets.
It was unthinkable that Lugh had somehow managed to bypass all the wards, guards, and layers of magical and political defenses they'd set up.
And yet, he had done just that—he'd heard the curtains of their discussion.
Accepting that had been hard. Swallowing the reality of it was even harder. She'd barely come to terms with it, but now he was threatening to tell the others?
Not a chance in hell.
Her mind flickered through the options. If she had to restrain him physically, she wouldn't hesitate.
She'd fought worse threats than a curious, sharp-tongued boy—though not many had proven as slippery as him. Just as she began to tense for action—
