CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Emeline shepherded Cora through Ashton’s streets, running with the others, forcing her to keep up while she held Princess Violet in her arms.
“You have to keep going,” Emeline told her. “We have to get the baby to safety.”
Cora nodded, but Emeline could feel the waves of grief coming off her friend, and reaching into her mind, Emeline could see the desire to stop, to just lie down in front of the onrushing soldiers and wait for them to kill her. Only Violet’s presence on her shoulder kept Cora running, and Emeline would use anything she had to in order to keep her friend alive.
“If you stop, Violet will die, just like Aidan,” Emeline said. “We have to save her.”
It was a cruel thing to say, but right then, Emeline didn’t care if her friend hated her, so long as sh
