“But why my estate?” Daemon growls. Thorne sneers. “Why not the estate of my Commander and most loyal brother? Unless there’s something you wish to confess…” Daemon shakes his head stiffly while anxiety churns in my stomach. I don’t dare catch his eyes. Instead, I focus on the king. “Wait, when you say all of us—” Thorne looks back at me. “I’ll be going, obviously. You and I have hardly had the chance to see each other since your return. It might even be…fun.” I highly fucking doubt that, but all I can do is smile.
