Sloane's words sank deeper than I expected. A cold chill seized my body, but I remained still, determined not to show her how much this affected me.
"This marriage is an alliance," I said. "That ensures my safety."
To some extent, it should.
"Yes, but both parties have already gotten what they want, right?"
She was right. Father had the freedom to expand the kingdom as well as protection from the Lycans. They won't be pressured by the vampires anymore, which means it doesn't matter if Drevon gets bored with me or I die. One way or the other, I had one foot at death's door.
I looked briefly at Talia—both of us.
But there was one issue I had: I don't trust Sloane. What does she have to gain by giving me protection? I was the random woman her childhood sweetheart brought home as a wife, a human no less, a lowlife.
I do not believe she was simply a nice person to come to my aid. She's a Lycan, a predator, and what do predators do? They prey on people like me.
