Chapter 793 The Bride Price

• Lexa
• Kaleb’s hand rests on my lower back as the guards move from the gate to the Glade. The small door cut within the metal of the ancient gate that towers so high I have to crane my neck to look up at the top of the wall gives way, and instead of constant shuffle, thunder of hammers and whining of saws, the Glade is… silent.
• I’m used to people looking at me now–stopping what they’re doing to turn in my direction, to follow me with their eyes.