Chapter 341. Plan a Rescue

The council session finally spat them back into the entrance hall in a scrape of chairs and the usual tide of whispers. Ann kept walking. If she stopped, someone would try to sell her a crisis with a bow on it.

Adam matched her pace, a hard line at her side. Brad shadowed two steps back, too close for Adam’s patience, too visible for Ann’s.

Her temples throbbed. “If one more lord calls me ‘Your Radiance,’ I’m going to bite someone.”

“You should let me,” Adam said, deadpan.

“Oh sure,” Ann muttered. “Because throttling half the nobility will really calm the atmosphere that we’ve got going on in here.”

Brad’s dry snort behind her grated and comforted in equal measure. She ignored both feelings.

The great doors at the far end slammed open so violently the hinges screamed.

Every guard stiffened. Nobles scuttled sideways without even pretending not to stare.

Lord Brarthroroz stormed in like the world owed him blood, cloak trailing a hiss of