"Remember our agreement," the message read. "Don't tell your mate."
Her thumb paused over the screen.
"I have eyes everywhere. If you breathe a word to him, I'll share the video—and I'll turn myself in."
Her grip on the device tightened.
"Lunara has sixteen million followers. I'll post it on her page too. The world deserves to see who Prince Brandon and his beautiful mate are."
"Now unblock your sibling. She wants to talk to you."
She deleted the message the moment she finished reading it, as though erasing it quickly could erase the weight behind it. Her thumb hesitated for half a second over the screen before she lifted the restriction on Lunara's number.
The device rang almost immediately.
Emma answered without a word.
"Emma," Lunara's voice came through smooth and unbothered.
Emma stayed silent, her grip tightening on the device.
"I know you can hear me," Lunara continued, almost amused. "You have forty-six hours to come see him and find out what he wants from you."
