“It’s simply difficult to talk about,” I said as an excuse. It wasn’t a lie. Answering the King’s demand about Terry was difficult, though not entirely for the reasons he might have thought.
His mouth pressed into a hard line. I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not. “Do the best you can.”
I took one last moment in a lengthy inhale, gathering my thoughts. Then I started speaking.
I mentioned everything that had happened with Terry and me, all while talking around the existence of my sister. I even included the time Terry had slipped something into my champagne and tried to take advantage of me, though I needed a breather after that one.
The King listened quietly as I explained Julian’s suspicions that Terry had been working for the underground organization, which led to our exploratio
