Chapter 3

“I’m afraid Gideon has given me some grim news.”

“Oh?” Marcelo’s features were as well-schooled as Efren would expect for a young man brought up in a royal family, yet his expressive eyes always betrayed him. Some of the unbound hope for his future that had filled them since they’d said their marriage vows yesterday dimmed in favor of a hint of concern, and was echoed by a slight and very brief crease between his brows.

“First, I’d like to emphasize that, beyond our observations, we can only extrapolate what might have been done and surmise the meaning behind that action.”

“I see.” Marcelo blinked a few times. He was unused to being included in conversations with serious political overtones. “And will you share those observations with me?”