“What dinners?” Daemon asks, whipping his head around to look at his cousin. “King Thorne always wanted Belle to eat supper with him.” “And you weren’t there?” I ask, trying not to let my own panic and frustration sound in my voice. Odessa shakes her head. “No one was.” Daemon grimaces. “So in other words, we have no idea what they talked about.” Oh my God, I’m going to crash the fuck out.
