#Chapter 267 Truth

Charles A glint of something akin to approval flickered in Astarte's eyes. "We expose him, but first, we shore up your reputation, get you some more allies, public and powerful allies. The whole 'challenger' fiasco needs to be addressed, so you're going to make a statement about the challenge circle and tell the world that Alpha Shadow is dead." "What?" I looked at Set and turned the plan over in my mind. "How do we make them believe that?" Grace asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Show them the circle," Astarte said. "I'm not going to challenge it, and I'm sure a few words from Charles will cement it. After all, you're his beau. Instant bonus PR, yeah?" "And then?" Astarte's lips curved into a steely smile. "Leave that to me. Consider it a down payment on my reparations." Grace shuddered beside me, but I smiled, seeing Astarte in her element: cunning, conniving. "Should we call Isolde?" "Of course!" Astarte said. "The more the merrier, but..." "But?" Astarte's smile widened