Chapter 79

The moment I set foot inside the parlour, sweat starts running down my body. Millicent is standing next to Alexander, seemingly untouched by the stifling heat. She has a dangerous expression on her face. “Come in, my dear,” the king says and turns away from the cloying fire. “Don’t be afraid.”

I’m not scared. I’m pissed. I want to wipe that fake smile from his face, want to see him crawl around on the floor like a little maggot, screaming in pain. Behind me, Brett closes the door. “Millicent informs me that you have ceased your training.”

I glance at the high priestess. She has a self-satisfied grin on her face, like she thinks she has me cornered by coming to the king. “Yes, Grandfather.”

“Why?”

I’ve come to trust my instincts, and I’ve learned that sometimes it’s better to let them talk for me. No matter what I say, I’m gonna piss off one of the two – let’s see which one. “I thought it prudent, Grandfather, since the witches are planning on using me