Pandora's gaze turned to her husband, disappointment filling her eyes, a deep, wounding disappointment that cut through the years of silence she had endured at his side.
She knew the room where the crowns were kept. She had seen it with her own eyes, had counted them herself. There were five identical crowns to hers, just as there were five identical crowns to Jaron's.
He always told her it was for the security of the crown, for preventing theft. But now, standing in front of the assembled Alphas and leaders, she was beginning to see stars, the kind that preceded a devastating realization.
"Jay." Her voice was barely above a whisper, meant only for him. "Is there anything I should know?"
She needn't be afraid because of all the people around them. Had it been just the two of them, she wouldn't dare to open her mouth for fear he would lose his temper and abuse her.
