Chapter 220 What Happens Now?

• Faye
• I pace outside a set of gilded doors that stretch nearly to the domed ceiling somewhere in the depths of the castle. Dressed in a nightgown with a thick, dark purple robe resting over my shoulders, my feet leave imprints in the rug as I walk back and forth, wringing my hands.
• I try to tune out the male voices talking over each other, but it’s impossible. Michael cuts in aggressively, but with the door in the way, his voice is a distorted muffle. Someone else, King Lex, I believe, replies, and Cole’s heated answer sends warning bells skittering through my brain.