Chapter 44 Weight Of Betrayal

• Florence.
• The darkness around me was suffocating. I paced in the dimly lit room, my fingers tapping against the hilt of my dagger as I tried to keep my thoughts from spiraling out of control. Everything was unraveling faster than I had anticipated. The betrayal was too close, too personal. My plans for rebellion were hanging by a thread, and I couldn’t afford any more mistakes.
• Joran’s information had shaken me to my core. The council knew about tomorrow’s assault. Somehow, despite all my precautions, they had gotten wind of our plan. That meant someone in my circle—someone I trusted—had turned against me. But who?