Roff paced a tight circle near the foot of the bed, his mind racing through the possibilities. The plan had been foolproof. They were supposed to arrive and find a drugged, unconscious Rhea, who would not be able to offer a single word of protest as they had their way with her. He could not understand why everything had gone so completely wrong.
"Maybe she passed out in a friend's room," Vaelis said, his voice lacking any real conviction. "She might have stopped at a friend's after dinner, and the drug might have hit her there before she could come back to her room."
"She does not have any friends," Keiran countered immediately, a sharp, biting laugh escaping his throat. "Nobody in this pack would let a traitor's daughter through their door, let alone let her sleep on their floor."
Roff stopped his pacing, a slow, ugly light dawning in his eyes. He held up a hand to silence them, his head tilting as a thought took root. "Hold on," he said, his voice smooth and oily.
