Chapter 193

Devlin's POV

"I need you to take me to the balcony".

Asher and Philip turned to my direction, they had furrowed eyebrows as they stared at me.

"You're right, Philip. This is more pressing and if we do not address the mob now. This may turn into something else".

"So what are you going to do?" Asher asked.

"I'm going to address them"

"Do you think that they'll listen to you?" He asked, "they know you're a slave, do you think they'll listen to the words of a slave?"

I had no idea if he was doing that to taunt me, to make sure I was hurt because if he was, then he was succeeding because I was broken.

"I need to try," I said, "I can't just sit still and watch this happen, it's going to be so detrimental if this isn't addressed and they may get more violent. Or do you expect us to just ignore the very angry mob and focus all our attention on finding Lyra who may not even be in danger seeing as Tristan is so fucking obsessed with her?"

"Ohh," Asher said, "you're jealous. You hate her so fuck