Lola's POV

I drove back with one hand on the wheel and the envelope pressed against my side, checking the rearview mirror every few seconds. The feeling of being watched had not faded. If anything, the farther I got from the palace, the heavier it settled.

Morgan was waiting at the gates when I pulled through. He opened my door, looked at my face, then at the envelope, and didn't ask unnecessary questions, just walked me inside and locked his office door behind us.

I told him what Abraham had ...