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Sandriel murmured, “He said he had a meeting …”
The camera was hidden inside one of the books, just above Bryce’s head.
Declan hit a few keys on his computer, pulling up that particular feed. Another keystroke and its audio filled the conference room.
Bryce was saying over her shoulder, throwing Micah a casual smile, “Would you like some food with your wine? Cheese?”
Micah lounged at the table, surveying a spread of books. “That would be appreciated.”
Bryce hummed, covertly typing on her phone as she fiddled on the refreshment cart.
The next message to Jesiba blared across the conference room screens.
One word that had Hunt’s blood going cold.
Help.
It was not a cheeky, charming plea. Not as Bryce lifted her gaze to the camera.
Fear shone there. Stark, bright fear. Every instinct in Hunt went on roaring alert.
“Governor,” the Autumn King said to Sandriel, “I would like an explanation.”
But before Sandriel could reply, Ruhn quietly ordered, with eyes glued to the feeds, “Flynn, send an Aux unit to Griffin Antiquities. Right now.”
Flynn instantly had his phone out, fingers flying.
“Micah has not done anything wrong,” Sandriel snapped at the Fae Prince. “Except demonstrate his poor choice in females.”
Hunt’s snarl ripped from him.
It would have earned him a whip of cold wind from Sandriel, he knew, had the sound not been hidden by matching snarls from Declan and Ruhn.
Tristan Flynn was snapping at someone, “Get over to Griffin Antiquities right now. Yes, in the Old Square. No—just go. That is a fucking order.”
Ruhn barked another command at the Fae lord, but Micah began speaking again.
“You’ve certainly been busy.” Micah motioned to the table. “Looking for a loophole?”
Bryce swallowed as she began assembling a plate for Micah. “Hunt is my friend.”
Those were—those were law books on the table. Hunt’s stomach dropped to his feet.
“Ah yes,” Micah said, leaning back in his chair. “I admire that about you.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Fury bit out.
“Loyal unto death—and beyond,” Micah continued. “Even with all the proof in the world, you still didn’t believe Danika was little better than a drug-addicted whore.”
Sabine and several wolves growled. Hunt heard Amelie Ravenscroft say to Sabine, “We should send a wolf pack.”
“All the top packs are here,” Sabine murmured, eyes fixed on the feed. “Every top security force is here. I only left a few behind.”
But like a struck match, Bryce’s entire countenance shifted. Fear pivoted into bright, sharp anger. Hunt ordinarily thrilled to see that blazing look. Not now.
Use your fucking head, he silently begged her. Be smart.
Bryce let Micah’s insult settle, surveying the platter of cheese and grapes she was assembling. “Who knows what the truth is?” she asked blandly.
