~LYRA'S POV

Making a detour to the fridge, I grabbed another can which I was sure was sealed. They said that he who dined with his enemy should have a long spoon, right?

That was exactly what I was doing.

I had no iota of trust for Isla. Heck, I couldn't even trust my mate anymore, much less her. And she had made it clear that what she wanted more than anything was my family and position.

I wasn't a fool to think she would go to any lengths to get them. Heck, she was already halfway there, ...