XLIII
“What do you mean I’m the governor-elect?” Amal asked.
It still didn’t feel real. In fact, it felt like a joke. Like the media was playing a cruel joke.
The car started rolling as Edwil Dolingreen spoke into a communicator on his wrist. “We’ve got them. Let’s move.”
Demetrius pointed back to their red convertible. “What about our car?”
“Your car will be fine, sir,” Edwil said.
Amal rubbed her forehead. “None of this makes any sense.”
“The dragon known as Old Dark has taken over the Hall of Governance,” Edwil said. “He gathered the governor and all the senators and he executed them.”
“Damn,” Demetrius said.
Amal gasped.
“The line of succession is completely destroyed,” Edwil said. “An event like this is…unprecedented. You are the only candidate remaining in the election, and
