Chapter 92

Priamos' Point of View

We assembled in the house just before it was time to go. Everyone was hopping from foot to foot. Gave each other nervous glances. This was a suicide mission if we were to get caught. If we were to be discovered. Everything seemed perfectly in place, though. Our plan was easy.

Alastair and Amadeus would remain behind at the gate. Loiter around as if just part of the mourning crowd of commoners. Zaven had made his feelings clear about them staying behind. He didn't trust them. I understood completely. We knew next to nothing about the twins and the odds of them coming after us once we were imprisoned were zero to none. Yet that was the plan.

Farren and I would enter alongside the rest of the Alphas and royals. She would cry, whether fake tears or real ones it didn't matter, and I would be beside her, the doting brother. Reginald had wanted to speak with her afterward. By that time, we would hopefully be long gone.

Once the funeral starts, Farren will break into