ETHAN
Every muscle in my body was tight with rage as we left the palace in silence. The doors of the throne room slammed shut behind us, and I swear the sound rattled through my bones.
None of us spoke as we were escorted back to the car. My fists stayed clenched at my sides, and all I could think about was his smug face, the way he sat on that throne like a god, treating our pain as if it was entertainment.
The moment the palace gates closed behind us, Zac hit the gas. The car sped through the night, headlights slicing through the darkness. No one dared to say a word. Toby leaned his head back against the seat, staring blankly at the roof. Jamie sat stiff, hands clasped tightly together, jaw set in stone. I sat in the backseat, glaring out of the window, watching the trees blur past.
