Nate watched Prue sleep for maybe ten minutes before his phone buzzed again. A text from Tim: News crews are already circling. Story's going to break within the hour. You should warn the Ambassador before he sees it on TV.

Tim had done his research on who Prue was, and he wasn't wrong. Fuck. He'd been so focused on dealing with his own family disaster that he hadn't thought about Prue's father.

He looked down at his wife, still asleep against his chest, her breathing deep and even. She needed ...