Lydia’s POV.
I see it first because I’m up first. I’m always up first.
The headline on the human news channel only catches my attention because I know Beatrice is hiding at KingsGuard. Anything related is important in my calculation of how to feel about my cousin.
The headline reads: GUARDIAN KING REQUESTS COVEN AID, ADMITS POLICE USELESS.
I exhale air I hadn’t known I was holding. The headline doesn’t refer to her latest stunt, those dumb*ss dancing men. Instead, it’s about something that actually matters: the ongoing murder of witches. I watch the interview with the King prince, Sebastian. My head tilts. I don’t know what I think.
“More baked beans, Lydia?” My aunt Hecate interrupts me.
“Yes,” I push a smile out onto my face. She doesn’t know I know where Beatrice is hiding, and I’m keen to keep it that way for now.
Her eyes flick to the news, “All of the witch victims are of little consequence. Among the lowest ranks within our least powerful covens.”