Chapter 88

• “Please,” I whispered to Draven. Stopping this would make us look guilty, and that meant Draven would lose his throne. It’ll only take a few more minutes, I tried to reassure myself. I’d learned to trust my instinct, especially after my recent ordeal, and the feeling that plaque me left me highly disoriented.
• “Something is wrong,” he whispered back to me, hopelessly searching my eyes. The crowd had returned to murmuring amongst themselves.
• “I have a bad feeling,” I told him back, but please-”