"You're actually investigating," he said slowly, as if the realization had just occurred to him. "You're not just pretending to look busy while you wait for the full moon. You're actually finding things."
"Of course I am," Liora replied flatly. "I told you I was innocent. I told you I would prove it. Did you think I was lying about that too?"
Thessian didn't answer the question. Instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call with sharp, decisive movements. "Mara. I need you in the penthouse. The princess is injured." He paused, listening to whatever the medic was saying. "Yes...."
He ended the call and looked back at Liora with an unreadable expression. "The medic will treat your burns."
"I don't need...."
"Yes, you do. Your hand is severely burned and you're covered in blood. You'll get treated whether you want to or not." She was becoming the most needed asset. If she didn't kill his mate, then, they can find out who.
