Chapter 63
- Zara’s pov.
- The chanting of the elders echoed through the ceremony chamber, a repeated rhythm that somehow irritated my nerves. I stood in the middle of the room, a prisoner in a flowered gown, very funny indeed.
- My heart is heavy with sadness. Ethan, the one who brought this misery upon me, stood beside me, his hand possessively gripping my hand.