Chapter 25

Prescott’s pov

As Elder Bighana narrated the situation to Nova, I relaxed into the seat, waiting for her word to make my wish come true.

I had left her some clue and I was sure she understood what I was saying. I watched her with the corner of my eyes, a faint smile appeared on her face as she pressed her lips into a thin line.

“I vote to disagree!” She blurted out.

It was as if I had hit my ears with a sharp nail. It seemed as though I had lost my hearing.

I sprang up from the seat and pulled her up by the collar of her shirt. My heart hammered against my chest, it was as though my life was crumbling at my feet.

“What did you just say?” I howled, my grip on her shirt tightened and I watched her move her gaze to my hands on the collar of her shirt.

She smirked and stared at me with her jewel-toned eyes.

“I disagree with you ruling the nation on your own!” she whispered to my face and slapped my hands off her shirt.

I stared at her with my jaw clenched in both anger and frustration. Ho