Chapter 341 Plan A Rescue

• The council session finally spat them back into the entrance hall in a scrape of chairs and the usual tide of whispers. Ann kept walking. If she stopped, someone would try to sell her a crisis with a bow on it.
• Adam matched her pace, a hard line at her side. Brad shadowed two steps back, too close for Adam's patience, too visible for Ann's.
• Her temples throbbed. "If one more lord calls me 'Your Radiance,' I'm going to bite someone."