Chapter 193

"Tina, where are you? Why didn't you tell me before you left? I was really worried," Alaric's voice came through the phone, deep and full of concern. Tina frowned, visibly annoyed. "Cut the drama, Alaric. You seriously think I wouldn't notice the people you've got tailing me? Spare me the fake worry. That's enough. I'm hanging up." Without waiting for a response, she ended the call cleanly, her expression cold. She knew exactly what Alaric was planning-he wanted to use her as a pawn against Prescott. Did he really think she was that naive? He had no clue what she'd been through in those two years at Prescott's side. She might've eased up on Prescott, stripping herself of the usual armor-but with everyone else, she never pulled her punches. ***** "Sir, we've identified who took those photos of Miss Harrington. It was a parliamentarian from SS country-he attended the prince's reception. He's the one who snapped the shots," Beckett reported from the study, voice low and respectful. "Where