Chapter 97

A Title And No Power

Lorraine Hawthorne.

I slithered into the room without being noticed by the ten to fifteen men who were having a serious discussion. Daemon Pierre's men. A ghost of a smile formed on my face.

"Ugh…" I faked an urgent cry and fell to the floor. “H…help… Help me!” My voice was breathy, as if I were losing all the breath in me. “Please…"

I watched in my peripheral vision as they all stood up in alarm; some were staring at me cautiously, while others were genuinely terrified and wanted to come to my aid.

"Please…" I begged, and this time, my face glimmered...