Chapter 332. Not. Fucking. Fine

The note from Sera still sat on the desk when Ann pushed herself to her feet.

Ironclad. No loopholes. No cracks.

It should have reassured her, but the words only echoed against the pressure already crowding her ribs. Every victory in council felt smaller than the weight waiting outside it.

So? Maeve prodded. Still think giving yourself away piece by piece is a clever strategy?

Ann pinched the bridge of her nose. “It bought us time.”

Time for what? Maeve asked, sharp. To bleed slower?

“I don’t bleed,” Ann muttered, “Not where they can see at least.”

Yet, Maeve said darkly, “I doubt they’ve even started with their favourite schemes yet, I suppose we’ll have to wait and see when they’re going to start using their own claws instead of their words.”

“Doubtful…the majority of them are too cowardly for that. They blanch at the slightest sign of irritation from Adam, imagine how they would behave with him clutching their throats with the murde