Chapter 73

• Fiona’s POV
• If I could hold back on sleep, I would have. But I am not the only one living in my body and I can’t control the tiredness that envelopes me the moment night comes. The queen seems to be hellbent on destroying me. She kept appearing in my dreams stretching out her clawed hands to sink into my belly. When I woke up I could have sworn she was really there.
• No one has stared at me with that much hatred in their eyes. She looked angry and scorned. What I do not understand is my offense in all of this. I am just as surprised that Ronan would tell his council about me without telling me about it. It doesn’t seem right that he decides when I can get locked up and when people get to know me. It feels selfish to me.