I sigh a little, my arms crossed, as I watch the Betas load the boys’ little overnight bags onto the now-familiar party bus. The boys, of course, are thrilled at the prospect of the third trial, but I’m a little sick at the idea.
It’s not that I don’t think Victor will win – of course, especially in a trial of military prowess, I have faith in him – but what tricks does Rafe have up his sleeve this time?
And also, do we have to go so far away? I shake my head, thinking that this is yet another three-day disruption to the boys’ education and daily schedule. When were we going to get them to the point where they’d just be normal kids, going to school and sports, hanging out with their friends? Not traveling to a ritualistic trial to see whether their dad or their uncle would take control
