Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Five- Edith Wolversen—126 yrs old

Edith finally made it home so she could speak to their guests, but they were hiding out in one of the outermost cottages so that Ana could have some time to adjust.

But Edith had some important news for her and struggled with the idea of invading their privacy.

“You’re sure you have your information, correct? They aren’t attempting to get her to come out of hiding so she can be captured and dealt with?” Allan asked his mate as they sat down to eat dinner, finally as a family.

“Honestly, Allan, sometimes I suspect you think I’m an idiot. If that were the case, Edger would have exposed George before this all could happen. Also, the look of relief on the emperor’s face when I stated she was safe told me a lot more. But when Edger contacted me outside of the palace to tell me what he did. Now that I didn’t account for. Her father is one sly fox for how he set those two up. But the mental distress he’s put them through, now that I don’t agree with.”