Chapter 147

• Rose’s pov
• I immediately threw myself between Simon and Arman, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it might rattle out of my chest. I knew Arman would kill him for blowing that whistle—there was a murderous gleam in his eyes that made my stomach twist.
• It didn’t take even a minute before I heard the thundering rush of footsteps—guards scrambling up the staircase, boots hammering through the passageways, closing in on us.