I speak to Lincoln in a low voice. “Should I go over there?”
“No, give Mother a chance. This is better coming from one of our own.”
“Understood.” If anyone commands respect in Antrum, it’s Octavia.
“My poor, sweet Queen,” coos Adair. “My confession was forced by demon magic. That’s why the Dungeon Knights have set me free. Please, don’t believe what that demon girl has told you. I am the True Scala. I can prove it.” With a snap of her fingers, Adair makes a handful of igni appear, their tiny bodies hovering about like fireflies. The crowd gasps again, but this time with awe.
Octavia quickly scans the audience, the wheels of her mind turning at super-speed. The slightest droop sets into her stance, and I know she’s come to the same conclusion that I have. It isn’t going to be easy to ge
