Chapter 82

Maeve’s POV

He strode forward, every step measured and tense.

At Draven’s approach, Dorian’s grip tightened. He swung his head toward him, green eyes blazing. “Did you know? Did you know she is a Black? Maeve is one of those bastards?” His shout shook the hall, as though the very walls resented the revelation.

Draven’s lips curled in pure loathing. His voice was icy. “Warriors! Seize her and have her executed immediately!”

Time slowed. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but fear choked the words. Strong arms snatched me, dragging me through the torchlit corridor. My heart thundered as the floor tiles rattled beneath my feet. In that terrifying instant, I realized how badly I’d miscalculated by revealing the truth.

I clamped my teeth together, bracing against each jolt, the sting in my shoulder intensifying where Dorian’s nails had dug in. I shut my eyes, pain and panic consuming me.

Suddenly, a soft voice in my mind: “Maeve…do you feel any