Chapter 33

• {Ryanna’s POV}
• The weight of the coming dinner settled on my chest the moment I opened my eyes. Blinking the blur tiredly from my gaze.
• ‘Tonight.’ I thought. It could very well be a trap set with silk and silverware instead of blades and spikes… No, I had no doubt that was the case. It might not be obvious at the moment, but whatever plan he had for this dinner would be realized. I sigh as I exit the room, dressed in the slightly creased tunic by my side. Casper’s room next door is empty, and his food is cold.