chapter hundred-and-seven

[ IN WHICH SHE SMELLS DEATH ]

NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —

“Where have you been?”

The entire room falls into silence. The only noise that can be heard is the screams and cries of the people as they slowly die. But I hope it is their screams as they are being treated. However, the problems isn’t what is happening outside. The real problem is what is happening inside of the Mansion, inside of the throne room.

“Where have you been, November?” Sin asks, grimly.

Every eyes are on me. Every ear is waiting to hear my reply. I feel like a teenage girl who has been caught by her parents after sneaking out in the midnight.

“I have been out.” I swallow.

“Yes, I can see that.” He turns his body away from his warriors, looking directly at me. “Out where?”

“I took a horse and went on a little adventure yesterday, but it seems I got a little lost.”

The room remains silent. And so does Sin. I let out a whoosh of breath as I anticipate what is to come. What if they already know what I have done? Is that