NELISSA’S POV
My heart sinks in my chest and my panic grows. Watching Atticus run into his father's arms means they must have met before my arrival and not even the fear of taking a walk down to the guillotine as I offer my life to Malek, the god in charge of the afterlife rivals the one I feel, watching Cedric wrap his arm around Atticus.
Does he know? I hope he doesn't. I really hope he doesn't.
Of course, he doesn't. There is no one here to tell him. Not even Gareth or Sigfridt knows I was once married to the King. I calm down a bit, mentally willing myself to ignore the bead of sweat that builds up around my forehead, leaving itchiness in its wake as it runs down my lips, imprinting a salty residue.
Gareth and Sigfridt push through the crowd, stopping right behind Cedric who is sti
