Chapter 63

Fallon’s POV

I jerked up with fright. It took a while to steady my breath and calm myself with reminders that it was just a dream. Pushing my bed covers aside, I stumbled out of bed and found my way to the bathroom.

It had become a routine. I would awake from my nightmare of getting whipped, then I would stumble to the bathroom and wash my face as if to wash away the memories of my dream. It was painful and felt like reliving the one moment in my life I wished to forget. This only fueled my anger and drive to seek revenge.

“Darius and Isabelle’s wedding would be the perfect time to attack. Elites from the Republic in one place. We couldn’t have asked for a better time. The universe must be on the side of our cause.” The excitement in his tone was evident.

I tried to keep up while my mind raced with thoughts of Darius marrying Isabelle.

“I don’t care,” I kept telling myself, but deep inside of me, there was this hollow.

“It would be the perf