Faye
“No, her body hasn’t been found. Not exactly,” Queen Emory says, shifting her weight in the chair opposite mine. “That’s what they were fighting about, actually. Michael wants to send some warriors into the mountains to hunt her down, or find her body, whichever comes first, just to be sure.”
“And what about Cole?”
She sighs, rolling her eyes to the ceiling before closing them. “I’m not sure what his problem is, but Cole is often just mad at the world in general.”
“He’s upset because Emelda got hurt,” I whisper, remembering his choked concern in the aftermath of the fire.
Queen Emory looks at me, confused. “I didn’t realize they were friends. He’s never had a nice thing to say about her, which always shocked me because everyone loves Emelda.”
I suddenly realize they are not fr
