Kira stared at the photographs in her trembling hand, her eyes growing wider with each passing second.
The first one showed her and Lydia sitting across from each other at a small café table, leaning forward like two women sharing the world's most dangerous secret. And two more from different angles.
The second was even worse. It was Jessica standing right beside Connor's SUV, helping her wrap a scarf around her hair, sunglasses already perched on her nose.
"Oh, goddess," Kira whispered.
All the strength rushed out of her bones at once, like someone had pulled a plug. Her knees gave way and she crumpled to the carpet in a heap of teal-coloured lace, the heavy coronation gown puffing around her like a cloud.
Who had taken these? When? How? And, most importantly, why send them now, on the morning of her crowning, with the whole of Lycan society gathering downstairs?
There was a note folded inside the envelope. She drew it out with shaking fingers and read it.
