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The king’s demeanor changed, his shoulders sagging and his face showing the emotions he had hidden. “Lord almighty, that was intense.”
Gregor sent him a tight smile. “You did good.”
“Thank you.” He beamed.
“King Fergal,” Rhene said.
“Oh, please, call me Fergal. No need for all the formality when we’re in my tent. Gregor protected it against listening ears. That includes my two other advisers. They’re named Duncan and Donovan, but I call them Dick and Dicker ‘cause they’re both assholes.”
Erwan couldn’t hold back a snort, but Gregor sighed. “One of these days, you’re gonna say it to their faces.”
Fergal shrugged, a stark contrast to the pompous formality he’d displayed earlier. He’d been playing a role. “And the problem with that would be what exactly? It’s not like they don’t know I can’t stand them.”
“Why not fire them?” Rhene asked.
Erwan smiled. His mate always went for the direct solution.
“Keep your enemies closer and all that crap. Or so Gregor tells me.”
Erwan liked the guy more every minute.
“Thank you so much for speaking up for us,” Rhene said. “We weren’t expecting an ally.”
“Well, we weren’t expecting a revolution, so that makes us even. What the hell is going on in your clan, Erwan?”
Erwan and Rhene exchanged a look. “How much time do you have?”
Fergal leaned back in his chair. “We have all night, so why don’t you start at the beginning?”
Chapter Nine
Rhene put his hand on Erwan’s in a quiet signal for him to wait. Fergal seemed nice, but so had the Murphys in the beginning, and look how that had turned out. Rhene wasn’t telling the man anything until he knew for a fact he was a true ally and wasn’t gonna stab him in the back later on.
He quirked an eyebrow at Fergal. “No offense, but how do we know we can trust you? We don’t know the first thing about you.”
“Right. No offense taken.” He got up and stepped in front of Erwan. “You have my permission to scan me.”
Crap. Fallon had tried to teach Erwan how to scan people, but he still wasn’t very good at it. Did Fergal realize that? Or was this some test to see if Erwan had weaknesses?
Erwan stood, looking paler than usual, and with a shaky voice said, “Thank you for that privilege.”
His hands trembled a little as he held them alongside Fergal, then closed his eyes. He whispered something Rhene couldn’t make out as he slowly moved his hands downward. Fergal stood patiently, even when Erwan took longer than must’ve been normal. Finally, Erwan opened his eyes and dropped his hands. “You value truth and justice.”
Fergal nodded. “I do.”
“And you have…” Erwan looked at Gregor, then back at Fergal, whose cheeks grew red. “Never mind.”
Fergal raised his chin. “I trust that was enough proof of my intentions?”
“Aye, it was. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
A female omega entered, carrying a tray with a teapot and cups. “Tea, Your Majesty?” she meekly asked Erwan.
“Yes, please. Thank you.”
“And you, Your Highness?”
