CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I am? If it weren’t for the damn glamour, I’d have lots to say on this matter.
What’s truly insane is that the glamour is even preventing my body from freaking out. My breathing is normal and my heartbeat is steady. The only sign of my turmoil is Pom’s fur. It’s darker than a black hole.
“Should I call the Council meeting?” the siren asks in a heavenly voice.
“Give me a second.” Kain’s eyes turn into mirrors as he glances my way. “Walk behind me.”
I zombie-walk after him across half the castle to a familiar dungeon.
Of course. I should’ve guessed I’d end up here to await my execution.
The place still smells like fermented sewage, but thanks to the glamour, my gag reflex isn’t bothering me right now.
Kain makes a sharp right into the cell that was my original quar
