Page 158 of Bride By Coronation

"Where's my cookie?" Sean questions.

"Yeah. I want one too," Brax demands.

Fiona turns her head toward them. "I didn't get either of you a cookie. I got my husband a cookie. You two can get your own cookies."

I tear a piece of the cookie off and shove it in my mouth. "Mmm." I chew it, grinning at Brax and Sean.

Fiona reaches into her pocket and pulls out another package. "I did get you one, Draco."

"Thanks," he replies, and reaches for the bag.

"Seriously? You got everybody a cookie but me and Brax?" Sean whines.

"No,Igot you two morons a cookie," Zara states, pulling brown bags out of her pocket. She hands a cookie to each of them.

Fiona rolls her eyes and then sits next to me. "So predictable. Have you guys figured out who wants to kill me?"

"Not really," I state, trying to contain my irritation. Hopefully, we'll get some answers tonight or at least have things in place to get the ball rolling. Then, we can discover who in The Underworld is truly a traitor. I just hope it's no one who holds a seat.

"I'm sorry. I hate how much of your time this is taking," Fiona offers, and worry fills her expression.

"And ours," Sean mutters.

I shoot him an unimpressed look, and put my arm around Fiona, declaring sternly, "Don't feel bad. And we'll find out who's targeting you."

She studies me a moment, then releases a big breath.

I rub her back and ask, "Do you have some extra time to spare today?"

Amusement lights her eyes. "Let me pull out my very busy schedule. Hmm." She pulls out her phone, stares at it, then looks at me. "I pretty much have nothing going on since I'm unemployed. Is there something you want to do?"

Zara huffs. "I can't believe Skylar and Adrian won't even talk to you."

"They have their reasons," Brax interjects.

I stay quiet. As angry as I am at Adrian, I can't blame him. What my family did to his sister was inhumane and despicable. But I wish he'd have a conversation with Fiona and not hold what my family did over her head.

Fiona's face falls. She states, "I don't want to talk about it."

Sean gives her a guilty look.

I rise and pull her up. "Well, if you're not doing anything, why don't you come with me?"

She tilts her head. "Where are you going?"

"To Morocco."

Her eyes light up. "Morocco? As in the country?"

I chuckle. "Yes. I called a Royal Council meeting to discuss the threat to your life."

Questions fill her expression. "What's the Royal Council?" she inquires.

Brax says, "It's thirteen Omni members instead of the entire 666 members who hold seats."

"Like a leadership board?" she asks.

I'm hit with a jolt of panic. She's not allowed to forget laws, rules, or her duties. So I affirm, "Yes. It was in the Royal Doctrine. Do you not remember?"

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