"I have to tell her," Penelope said quietly at her doorway where Grayson was standing, having made sure both of the palace's living residents made it back to their bedrooms okay.
She was wringing her hands, a nervous wreck after what she just watched happen to Cora right before her eyes. Rayth was a monster. He was a cruel, horrific monster.
"You have to tell her what?" Grayson asked, following her in to her room.
"About the lycan, of course. About her mate. I have to tell her. There is no way I can keep it from her. Not now. It has gotten far too complicated and…"
"You want to tell her about him after tonight?" He arrested her rambling with the raise of his eyebrows. "After that tantrum? Don't you think it will be even worse if she has a mate to fight for?"
"Tantrum?" Penelope's mouth dropped and her eyebrows cleaved. "Is that what you think that was?"
