I return to the guest room after that bewildering conversation, and I feel like I can’t keep my footing underneath me. I’m so confused and turned upside down… and his face keeps flashing in front of my eyes.
Usually when I find a victim, they plead for their lives in desperation. The crying an sniffling make the kill even more satisfying.
But Lucas seems so sad. So ready to let go. Something about this whole situation seems… off. Why is he so strong? Why is Bethea immune? And why did someone as wise as Lucas’ father choose her as the next queen? None of it makes any sense.
I flop down on the bed, lulled to sleep by the light, rhythmic snoring of Alonso on the other side of the room.
My dreams are filled with visions of Lucas and the sound of his voice. The mystery of this place whirl
