Chapter 1213 What Happens Now?

• Naomi
• The once quiet, empty, echoing corridor connecting the spacious rooms of Fraser’s more private areas of his massive palace are now absolutely alive with activity. I trip over a fox, who squawks in panic and leaps out of my way before getting trampled, which is in his or her favor, seeing as I’m not stopping. My cloak flows out behind me like wings, which feels fitting for the situation at hand. I’m still wearing my clothes from yesterday, still fit to travel, which was the plan up until a mere hour ago, when Wren alerted us that he’d found them.
• Skye immediately spirited to Ian and Oakley’s location, not knowing if she’d find their bodies mangled or flattened like pancakes that failed to rise. She left with the stark knowledge that they were dead–because how could they not be? We both bore witness to Fraser’s final act of mercy. That blade is still in the landing room, or whatever he calls it, and the blood that poured from Oakley’s heart is only just beginning to dry.