-SELENE-
Half a dozen guards closed in around us. Their armor was slate-gray, not the brown-scaled kind worn by the South Kingdom brutes. A wide, bold tree crest was stamped across their chests.
On a better night, I could’ve dropped them all without breaking a sweat. But tonight? My limbs felt like overcooked spaghetti. I was barely upright.
"Miss Adams," the lead guard’s voice was flat. "We’re here to escort you to the palace. The Queen requires your presence."
Shit. The ice queen had found me.
My stomach sank. I’d hoped for more time.
"What does Queen Raja want with Selina?" Sander asked, eyes narrowing as he scanned the formation.
Queen Raja?
"This doesn’t concern you, baker," one of the smaller guards snapped from the back. The little dogs always bark the loudest.
Good thing I
