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“You should join us for tea tomorrow as well, Isobel,” Emma offered a bit shyly. “My mother mentioned she’d love to have you over.” “I’d be delighted,” Isobel replied with a smile. She would usually resent any invitation to another Lycan’s home but Marjorie and her family were an exception. Isobel had to wonder if her father saw the flaw in his plan to ask the Whitfield’s to help him take down the Council after Charles and Emma married. She and Charles had both agreed that they seemed as if they would be the last family who would help Edward with his scheme. Although, the king had seemed more concerned with numbers than with any of the other details in his plan. “Wonderful,” Emma said, looking relieved that Isobel hadn’t refused the invitation. Isobel had realized early into their