ARIA’S POV:
I could not shout—not for mercy, not for help, not even for an explanation. I walked with the guards in front of me and even more guards behind me.
We walked by the council room and in front of the hall was Draven, Ragner, Logan and Violetta. All the men had saddened expressions. They all looked away from my gaze if I got to them. When I got to Violetta, she did not look away.
Unlike the men, she did not look sad, she had a smirk on her face. A joy that came from victory. All of that did not matter to me. All I could think about was Ella that was now ashes.
“Luna,” Nicolle was on the other side of the iron bars as soon as I was thrown in. “I’ll go get your food.” She rushed back out. A drop of tear trickled down my cheek.
I sat on the cold floor with my hand around my bent
