“Yeah, right.” Vetta rolled her eyes. She glared at Danika, feeling satisfaction when she saw her red handprint on Danika’s face. Her only regret was that she didn’t strike her harder
. Vetta consoled herself with the fact that she could deal with Danika now that the king was sick. No one for her to consider. No one to stop her. She was the power and authority now. Of course, Baski was also in charge, but she wasn’t an obstacle.
Danika walked past them and sat down on the chair beside the king’s bed. Baski helped her with the bowl of icy water and a wet rag. Danika dipped the rag into the bowl and placed it on the king’s burning forehead. He stiffened, his jaw clenching. The same reaction they all got.
“Yeah, right,” Vetta snorted. “We shouldn’t waste our time with her, Baski. I don’t k
