chapter 52

It takes two hours to round up all of the traitors on the property. There’s still no word from Hannah or Ryan, though that could be because I get shitty mobile signal in the safe room.

Tara’s condition is improved greatly, though the medics continue to monitor her. Nathan, however…

Once he’s stabilized, I sit by his bedside, just watching his labored breathing. They’ve got him on oxygen, too, and they’ve put a sterile barrier over his wound. They stitched up some gory slashes on his face. Now, all anyone can do is sit tight until the surgeon from Greater London can arrive.

“Your Majesty,” the medic in charge of his care says softly, breaking my attention away from the rise and fall of Nathan’s chest.

“Your Majesty,” the thrall says again, “I would be remiss if I didn’t ask again for you to permit a closer surgeon—”

“No. I told you, no one from the Toronto pack.” I’m too tired to be regal and furious but I’m tired of being asked the question. “Honestly, you’re all only here because I c