Chapter 50 

~Valeria ~ A party. They threw a ball to celebrate Grimm’s imprisonment. Raphael told me what was said at the meeting with the King—that this ball was not only about Grimm. Still, it feels absurd. Now Raphael and Tobias sit alone on the thrones. The King has yet to arrive. “As certain as I am sure that my mate is the love of my life.” I hear Godfrey speak with another. “No doubt in my mind that the young man is the killer.” He repeats those words to anyone who will listen. Idiot. “You know, you always seem to be in a bad mood.” Stephan startles me when his voice is so close to my ear. I turn around with a jolt. “That’s because I usually am.” “Would you care for a dance?” he asks. He extends his hand. I stare at it for a moment. I suppose Raphael and I have to keep up appearances. “Sure.” I take his hand, and we begin to dance. Immediately, I can feel Raphael’s eyes on me. “You always look so beautiful. Fit to be a queen,” Stephan says. I almost laugh out loud. “Me? Queen? Not so sure a