Protection

“Soon they will call for a meeting with the royals. The purpose is to have you disposed of.”

Denise sucked in a breath, “D-Disposed of? Why would th---”

“The Elders are pretty much a bunch of cowards.” Justin remarked. He pulled his chair closer to the bed, enough so he was seated in front of her. His fingers grazed hers, slipping between them in a tight, comforting hold. “Everyone knows the Queen’s family were the ones who launched the attack on the witches, but what most don’t know is that the elders were also very deep in the plan…in fact, it was their advice to begin with. With you here now, they fear that they will also perish with the royals if they allow you to live. Do you get what I’m saying? They're thinking you will bring destruction to everything they’ve built.”

“So…” She swallowed as she drunk in everything that he’d said, “…you’re saying they’re colluding to kill me? But…But that’s ridiculous!”

“Is it? Did they really say nothing back at the party?”

Denise stiffene