Ella
I haven’t been sick for a few days now, but when I see Roger standing on the other side of the door I immediately turn to one of the ornamental vases in the hallway and empty my stomach. Cora rushes forward to help me, glancing uncertainly at Roger as she pulls my hair back from my face.
I know that Sinclair and Roger are on better terms since the wild hunt, but I also know that their peace is very tenuous. Sinclair hasn’t decided whether or not he truly trusts his brother yet, and though Roger has been helpful bringing intelligence from the Prince’s camp, he could easily be playing the double agent for both sides – and now he knows my deepest, darkest secret.
This is so bad. I think frantically. He told the Prince that Sinclair hadn’t marked me, what if he tells him this too? Fo
