TAVRIC
"Everyone, please have your seats so we can commence the final part of this meeting. My head of security has already left to inform the people that the coronation will not be holding…"
My father kickstarts the proceedings, his hands clasped together. Without hesitation, I leave the cold company of my family and hurry back over to Jaxl, who is still standing with Lucy and Kieran.
Amara has rejoined them too, her expression unreadable after her conversation with the Ashkara nobles—a discussion I'm sure she will share with us the moment this theater is over.
"Hey, what was the King talking about?" Jaxl whispers as we retake our seats in the center of the hall.
"Not now," I murmur, my eyes fixed forward. "After the meeting, we can talk."
I catch Lucy's gaze, trying to send her a reassuring look, but my heart jumps with a fresh sense of dread when she doesn't look even remotely comforted.
