“Get your filthy hands off her!” a guard threatened her. She ignored him. “Don’t touch her you dirty vagrant!” the guard shouted. The woman’s frail body crinkled up as she pressed against me. The sound of gunshots registered as she choked on the blood that leaked from her shriveled mouth onto the steps. Although I had not pulled the trigger, I felt like a murderer.
The crowd fell silent, not a soul uttering a sound. A guard ordered them to cheer and they roared with praise.
When I motioned to call for a moment of silence, Azazel forced me up the steps to sit on the throne beside him. I turned back to see the body being dragged away like the weekly trash.
To my right, there was a large screen and on it I was shown seated on the throne. Ava came from behind carrying a pillow; the crown re
