“Emilie,” she said softly, and I pressed my eyelids shut. Even if Reyna didn’t recognize her face, she’d recognize the name. Word spread like wildfire that Cyrus was to remarry a woman, Emilie of Dreslen. Reyna would’ve heard and she would put two and two together. Reyna huffed a laugh. “Are you kidding me? The Emilie? Well, we are going to have some fun.”
