Madison POV
‘Madison, please stay here in the kitchen, we don’t want you out there fighting. You promised Dad you would not fight if you did not need to, and it would make me feel better knowing you are safe here.’ Graham begged me, using the promise to Dad as a way to find my weakness.
‘You be careful, don’t be a hero, Graham.’ I pleaded as I gave him a hug, surrendering to his request.
Mitch, Zakery, Graham, and a number of Blue River Warriors, headed to where the royal warriors slept. It was now five o’clock and most would still be sleeping and a few might be waking, though not out of bed yet, or so we hoped.
Graham reported to me after they had them all either in cells or headed to the fires.
‘Madison, we went into the rooms in little quiet groups, and jabbed them in the neck with
