Keith

I take a subtle step to the side, inching closer to Hope. The Queen’s eyes narrow, sharp as fangs, and I can feel her venomous gaze burn into both of us. Instinct tells me to block her view. My arm brushes Hope’s shoulder as I move, shielding her without making it obvious. She doesn’t flinch, but I catch her breath hitch. Yeah—she sees it too.

The King’s voice cuts through the tension. “I believe them.”

The relief hits like a crashing wave, but it doesn’t last. It’s too easy. He believes us—just like that? Hope exhales beside me, and I know she feels it too. That quiet twist in...