Chapter Twenty-FiveFrantically, I try to recall what happened in my dream to help me scheme better. In the magic parlance, this is called “being ahead of the audience.”
If memory serves, the Hogwarts-like candles will light up, and I’ll find myself in a mini Colosseum. The Council will all be dressed in their Eyes Wide Shut s*x-orgy best.
As I expected, or predicted, or whatever the correct term is, the candles come to life.
I stare at the Council members in the circle around me and try to not freak out at the upcoming public speaking. If I have a panic attack and faint as I did in my dream, my fate as a dead woman will be sealed.
They’re all staring, but I know there’s going to be a guy behind me with that b**m collar, so I spin around.
As expected, the guy is just a few feet away fr
