“Zara,” Lance breathed.

He had a death expression. I had no idea what was going on.

“Missed me?” Zara smiled warmly at him.

I kept mute, watching both of them like I was the stupid one.

“How is this possible?” Lance asked, still breathless.

“Why don’t we all have a seat,” she offered, pointing at a meeting table at the far end of the throne room.

Silently, I followed Lance behind, obeying his rule of not saying a word till he asked me to.

We three settled down, Zara taking the bigger chair that was probably built for her as the queen or something while I sat beside Lance who...