Vanessa shows up before dinner, with a bag full of doctor stuff and a glint in her eye that tells me I'm not doing anything until she gets the information she needs.
So I suffer through the blood pressure, my blood being drawn and taken away by one of my new stone-faced bodyguards, of which there are at least 6, and a lot of questions she asks me every single day.
My answers haven't changed, but she still asks them.
I watch intently as Vanessa packs up her medical supplies, my mind churning with the weight of the secrets I'm keeping. With the half-baked plans inside my head. With my desperate need to save Lisa from whatever fate the Mad Prince has planned.
I wet my lips, trying to find the right words.
"Vanessa, how do you feel about keeping secrets from your mate?" The question slips out before I can stop it.
She pauses, a knowing smile playing on her lips, her eyes twinkling. "Trouble in paradise already with the overbearing Alpha?"
