Chapter Eighty Nine

NOLA REYNOLDS

‘You could die here, Nola farthing child,’ Uncle Ben’s scratchy warning bounced around in my head making me feel as though I’d shot crack straight up my asshole as I stood with shaky legs, in the foyer of the Lycan’s stone castle.

My mind raced as the man’s gray eyes fixed on me almost desperately, his hand still gripping the hilt of the long silver sword tightly.

I swallowed a ball of saliva so large it got stuck in my throat and I floundered for a moment, before licking my lips and hardening the wobbly line of my jaw.

“If you want someone to punish, punish me! Execute me instead! Killing the man when HE was unconscious your highness,” I started, pausing to look back at the scowling man as the salt of tears stung at my eyes.

“Would be nothing short of bias.” I finished breathlessly, my chest rising and falling with frantic breaths as I locked eyes with the Lycan beast.

The rumble of whispers going through the crowd was overshadowed by the thoughts in my head as I met th