Hidden Bloodline

Clara

After hanging up with Thorne, I return the King’s cell phone and look around at the gathered men. “When does Cyrus arrive?” I inquire, forcing down a shiver.

“Within the hour.” Evander replies, solemn-faced. Though they’d all agreed that the developments back home warranted accelerating my hypnosis sessions, none of them are happy about keeping them secret. I’m not happy about it either