Diego's POV
The hall emptied like a tide pulling back, leaving only silence in its wake. At this point, it was safe to say Kali and me were the only ones in here, and even though I had other things to attend to, I didn’t move. I stood there, fists tight at my sides, staring at the place where Kali had just stood so boldly before the council. Every word she’d spoken still scraped raw in my head, every flash of her defiance seared into my blood, and I wasn't sure if I was mad, or f*****g impressed.
“I don’t need silk,” her voice echoed loudly in my head. It seemed to play on loop, over and again, but still, I just couldn't get enough of it. “I don’t need favors or whispered instructions. You can hand them gowns and scrolls and jewels. All I need is the chance to stand.”
I'd always know
