Ruby paced the length of her bedroom, her heart pounding so hard she felt like she was having a heart attack. She had been the one to plant the seed in Lara's mind. She had whispered in the girl's ear, using the young woman's deep hatred for werewolves as leverage to get her to play her bidding. She had played it perfectly, manipulating the situation and positioning herself so that even if Derek found out about the plot, she would be completely exonerated.
But now, the walls were closing in. She didn't know what had happened in the last few hours. She didn't know if Lara had cracked under the pressure of the dungeon, if the girl had mentioned her name, or spoken about their secret conversations out of fear of the King. This hadn't gone according to plan at all. Ruby was lost, and she hated the feeling of being out of control. She had barely slept a wink last night, staying on high alert for any summons from Derek.
