CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Toni gaped, her heart in her throat, expecting the Vice-President to fall. She didn’t. A red stain appeared on Dalmith’s chest. He fell forward onto the stage floor, dead before he hit the boards.
The Vice-President knelt beside Zaambuka and began tearing at her skirt. Toni caught the movement of Zaambuka’s head in her direction. She nodded to him, unsure if he could see her, and pushed back the balcony curtain. “Zach, call the—” Khegh it, my shades! She found the shattered glass against the wall. Useless.
Toni raced back out through the corridor anxious to get downstairs and to Zaambuka’s side.
Pushing and shoving, her arm throbbing with every footfall, Toni made her way through the Great Hall floor in record time.
Medics appeared as Toni reached the stage, rushing
