The Queen by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Chapter 5
I hadn’t believed that Aric had lied, but knowing that Caden saw it as
highly likely was like watching a pall of death settle over the normally
warm hotel.
Tanner was in shock. I couldn’t blame him. Faye looked as if she
wanted to start a Fae Inquisition, and Caden looked like…
Well, I was doing my best not to see what he looked like by
studiously ignoring him. Wasn’t exactly doing much since I didn’t need to
see him to know that he was mad. His fury was in every clipped response
and the tension that bled from him. I didn’t know what he was angrier
about—that someone in his own Court had betrayed him, or that I had
pushed back on the idea of him staying with me.
There was no way I could allow that to happen.
I kept trying to leave while Tanner and Faye discussed who the traitor
could be. Still, every time I moved an inch, either Faye would ask if there
was anything else I could remember, or Caden sent me a look that froze
me in my tracks.
Which caused my irritation to skyrocket to uncharted territories. I
would’ve loved for Caden to stay with me. For him to be there with me.
But that was beside the point. Even if things were hunky-dory between us,
I wouldn’t be cool with his high-handed attitude. I had a say in this. The
final say. And he needed to get that through his thick, albeit sexy, skull.
Finally, after it was agreed that Kalen, another fae, and Ren and Ivy
would be advised about the potential traitor in our midst, Tanner and Faye
headed for the door. It had also been decided that it would be best to keep
the knowledge of Caden’s ability to open the gateway limited to those in
the room. As Tanner had said, there was no need to cause undue distrust
and weaken the fledgling bond between the Summer fae and the Order…if
one could call the sliver of a thread brought about by an agreement to
work together a bond.
I rose, my gaze fixed on the door as if it were a lifeline. It was far
past time to act like the entire future of the human and fae race, of our
child, depended on us—or me—making the right choice. Our child. Those
words caused my heart to start pounding. I made it about two steps.