Chapter 9 A Poison Stick
- —Xander—
- I had one job. One fucking job. Keep the nonarch alive during the banquet like we had promised—like Christian and Elijah had promised.
- If it were up to me, the nonarch would have died long ago. Probably even before we got to Elder Zach's mansion. I cannot particularly tell what it is about her that irks me off, but something is not right about her.