CHAPTER 97

The sun cracked through the transparent ceiling in the palace where Cher stood facing the tall window that overlooked the Kingdom. It was still early but the sun had risen. She had on a glass of whiskey and she could still feel the pain from what she had witnessed last night. Both physically and emotionally. She sipped the drink, carefully analyzing all that had happened and how she could relay the information without implicating herself.

Alex walked in, freshly dressed in a black shirt over black pants and boots. He had woken up very early too, washing and planning how best to protect Forester. He wouldn't have had to go through so much stress if Bagdana was there. Unfortunately for him, he isn't.

He raked a hand through his dark hair, numerous thoughts crossing his mind when he saw Cher dressed up in a black hooded cloak and facing the window. What is she doing there that early?

"You up already," Alex said and went to