Lisa's POV
I stand up, feeling squeamish. I brush and smooth out my dress. I bent down and fastened the silver heels Tiffany had lent me for the night. My heart was pounding as I slipped my hands into the arm-length silk gloves. I can do this. It was what I was trained for most of my life. I'd managed to get into the heart of the council, and now it was time to stab it a little. I only hope I didn't do a lot of damage to the people who have given me so much.
I opened my door and looked both ways to see who else was in the hallway. I was empty. I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped out and made my way up the stairs where classical music was wafting from. I stepped into the ballroom, and I was blown away by the sight before me. The council knew how to throw
KLAUS' POV I raise my gun and fire at the woman wearing a green ball gown. I've been tracking her ever since she descended the staircase without her knowledge. She was all too concerned about finding something, and now I know what it was. Her legs immediately give way as she cries out, dropping the glass book she was going through. That voice was familiar. Too familiar. My heart begins to thud as I run towards her before she hits the ground. I lift her off the floor, pulling her into my trembling arms. I gently brush her hair away from her mask. Tiffany, tell me you have a very good explanation as to why you're down here instead of being in one of the secret rooms. Tell me that you were trying to hide from the rebels and didn't want to be with the
Lisa's POV My hand covers my mouth to stifle my scream. My back presses against the corner between the wall and the last shelf in the room. Immediately, I saw Klaus. I hid before he could see me. He wouldn't have, though, because his focus was on Tiffany. I couldn't believe what I had heard. She was a rebel. Sweet, clumsy Tiffany was a traitor to the Council and her mate. It was a lot to take in at once. Klaus had already taken her out of the room, but I was stuck in here because there was someone else inside the room and I couldn't afford to be seen. I hear footsteps coming from one of the rows in front of me, and dread fills me. I peek around the corner, trying to catch sight of the person. I couldn't see anyone. I shifted from my hiding position and pressed my back against the other side of the shelf, so I was turned left from where I was hiding.
Lisa's POV "But did you have to force yourself on me?" I shudder and wrap my arms around myself. The way he kissed me reminded me of when I was a slave. Some of the guards would do the same thing, and their hands would roam all over my body. If I tried to fight them, they would threaten me that they would kill one of the few friends I had. I couldn't let an innocent person die because of me. I just couldn't. "Lisa, say something. Jonas places his hands on my arms. I instinctively throw my hands up, pushing him away from me. "Don't touch me, Jonas." "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I was only trying to save you from an ugly situation."
KLAUS' POV"You tend to worry a lot, brother. This is just like the time my mother was shot and the poison was spreading around her body. Our cousin is good at what she does.""I wish it was me on that bed instead of her."Kayden rubbed his jaw, thinking about what to say, "I don't think Tiffany would have wanted you to be shot. I'll be willing to bet that she would have said the same thing if she were in your shoes.""I think you might be right.""It's not written for you to die today. So, man up and start thinking straight. You're my Beta, and I need you at this critical time. We have rebels to tak
Lisa's POVI repeatedly played with my hair, wrapping and unwrapping it around my finger and running my hand through my hair as we drove into town. My anxiety was on a different level. Kayden had ordered the guards to make sure there was no surprise attack waiting for us. I lean my head against the window; the glass is cold. The darkness outside and the cold inside the car make me feel a sense of loneliness.There was every possibility of getting myself shot at. The three musketeers, as I've grown accustomed to calling them, seem to think that my uncle wouldn't shoot at me, but rather I would be kidnapped. If shots were fired, we could all end up dead. My uncle would be licking his lips at the chance to take out the top three men in the country at once. I me
Lisa's POVThe two men pull me forward. I dig my shoes into the ground and lean back, yanking my arms out of their fierce grip. I punched the man on my left-hand side in the face and landed a kick in his stomach. I moved back slowly and faced the other one. I shielded my face from his flurry of punches. He attempts to grab me, but I jump out of the way.I pulled out my gun and aimed at him before I could pull the trigger. He reacted faster and knocked it out of my hand. I saw an opening and kicked him in the groins while evading the first guy I attacked as he rose to his feet. I wasn't going down without a fight.The man with the glass book grabs holds of me and flings me a few feet away. Spots flash acro
Kayden's POVThree hours later, I stand in front of the entrance to the mansion with my order lined up by rank on my right. To my left, Genevieve and Lisa were next to me. The dress I picked for Lisa complimented her eyes perfectly. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees who wanted to see her.The first limo arrives minutes later, and we all greet the president of Germany. He shakes each of the orders, starting from the end of the queue and back to me."Thank you for coming to the estate," I say, gripping his hand in a firm handshake."The pleasure is all mine. You have a beautiful home. ""
Kayden's POVKing Alejandro of Spain turns towards us. Is there a war brewing somewhere? He asks meFrom the looks of it, I felt something similar to that was going on, but this is the first time I've heard of something like this. "I'm not aware of such a development, but my Beta seems to be."Klaus smiled and brought his glass to his lips. It's nothing to be worried about. I was merely inquiring about something I saw just recently. We can have a conversation in private when dinner is over, King Isak. "The only sound that follows is the noise coming from the clicking of silverware as people focus on the plate in front of them to douse the tension in the dining room. Klaus knows something that I don't. I would like to know about it before the meeting with Isak begins after dinner."There's something else we would all like to know," Antoinette begins, dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin before