Yasmyn's POV
The ride back to the capital felt longer than any journey I had taken since the day I first claimed the throne.
Not because of the distance.
Because of what waited at the end of it.
The palace came into view just as the sun began to rise , its towers catching the last light like blades held to the sky .
The arena sat behind it , carved into the stone ridge that overlooked the valley that is nothing but vast, ancient, unforgiving.
I hadn't seen a fight that happened here ever since I was born .
Three days.
The Queen versus Cassian.
Brendan had nothing to say. Because he was thinking. Just like I was . Just like everyone on the other end probably was .
And when Brendan thought, he was dangerous .
We got out of the car before the palace , Omegas hurrying forward
