Chapter 38
Being pushed to the King’s chambers was a lot like being strapped into the torture chamber Nazir had crafted to punish her. The trepidation roiling in her stomach was similar, but she wasn’t fearful of being hurt like she would have been normally. This fear was different, if it could even be called fear. “How long is this going to take?” She tried to sound level headed but it came out more of a snarl than anything. The healers remained silent as they continued. The sound of the wheels clacking against the stone floors only frazzled her nerves more. What she wouldn’t do to be able to throw fire again. She’d burn all of them to ash just to amuse herself. “We’re here.” The healer pushing her spoke in a gravely voice as they arrived in front of what looked like a do
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