Chapter Fourteen — Confrontation

Keya:

I can't breathe.

I'm not sure if it's the tightness in my chest or the words still ringing in my head: *The wedding is happening in a month.* Bella said it with a giddy smile, like she'd just won the mating lottery.

I blink at Lina and Jarek who are arguing again. They don't even notice me slipping away. My feet are moving before I realize what I'm doing. Down the hall, past startled maids, through the east wing where I shouldn't even be. I ignore the guards' warnings. They don’t stop me. Not when they see my face.

I reach the double doors of...