I struggled to sleep that night. There were so many things out there that needed to be unfolded. But I had no idea how or where to begin from. Not even the feeling of being wrapped in Eragon’s arms had eased my worries.
There was something seriously wrong in Draco and Dimera’s relationship. I could feel it in my guts. They were plotting something, something big. But trying to prove it was another task on its own. How could I go about convincing Eragon that his brother and his mistress were plotting something sinister right under his nose?
Dimera’s betrayal stung me more than Draco’s did. From the very first time I met him, a part of me knew that he was no good. But it was no business of mine to question a Prince of his status, especially one who could have me executed on the spot. Besid
