Nikolas was silent.
He knew it.
This was why.
This was why he shouldn't have put his full faith in a woman.
Ruby had urged them. She had been so certain. Her visions, her prophecies, her divine sight, she had pressed them, pushed them, insisted that the army must move, that the timing was critical, that Arkai Dawnoro would die and the north would be theirs for the taking.
And Nikolas had believed her. Because she was his mate. Because he loved her. Because she was the Saintess, and the Saintess was never wrong.
But she had been wrong. And now they were standing in the Wolf King's hall, surrounded by sneering nobles, while the object of their failed gambit smiled and announced his wedding.
Women. They let their emotions cloud their judgment. They see what they want to see and call it divine.
He watched the veiled woman, Lady Sees, the Dragon's Physician, the Wolf King's Luna, smile those deep red lips at the crowd, and he felt something twist in his gut.
