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“Yes, let’s test it.” Draven nodded, jutting his head forward and turning to the people with a broad smile.

“Vampires, faes, werewolves, and phoenixes prove to this being of chaos that you can’t be blinded by cunning words and deceits. Prove your loyalty. Prove that your eyes are opened and you know the truth. If you are on my side, the parliamentarians side, the side of truth and loyalty, stand up. Stand tall and proud.” He announced, raising his hand.

The people shared looks between themselves and talked in hushed tones. Seconds turned to minutes, and not a single person rose up.

“Come on, don’t be shy to stand for what’s right. You know the truth.” He encouraged as his brows creased and his smile twitched.

‘You’re right, Draven. They know the truth.’ Layla thought as she gazed at the crowd.

He said more words— anything in his vocabulary— to get them up to their feet to stand by his side. Nobody stood. Though some shuffled on their seats and others avoided looking at him, no one sho