51
Myla
Everyone ignores me, which is good. Then lady Grabs-A-Lot stops by.
“You’re not eating your meal,” she says.
My eyes blaze demon red. “No.”
When Grabs-A-Lot next speaks, there’s a quiver to her voice. “I’ll just leave you alone now.”
“That would be safest.”
Not sure how long I sit there and try not to hurt anyone, but at some point, Lincoln returns.
“Salientian is about to speak,” my guy says gently.
The feasting hall is silent. Everyone seems to be staring at me. “What?” I snap.
Salientian stands at the head of the table. Maybe he’s been there for a while. Hard to say. My focus is a little all over the place right now.
The king gestures in my direction. “I’ll say it again. You may fight the Contagion, but I wish something in return from the girl.”
Lincoln takes my hand
