Chapter 40: James

I expected to find myself in chains, or a cell at the very least, but this has been more like a vacation so far—luxury cars and comfortable accommodations. Such a stark contrast to how Amalea was held. Another undeserved perk of being at the top of the tower. Maybe I took a step up of my own merit, but I was never at the bottom, and the difference rank makes is a hard reality I’ve ignored for far too long.

Even so, unjust as it is, I can’t say I’m wishing for a dungeon. I’m also learning that nothing moves quickly within the council. Sure, they were quick to bring me in, but it seems that was just for public appearances. Damage control for Alicia’s choice to make a mockery of her own brother’s funeral. Now they are content to just keep me waiting.

Maybe that’s the torture—keeping me here with nothing to do when I have so much that I need to do. Bore me to death. I haven’t even had a chance to give my side of the story, not that I have any idea what story Alicia gave to refute it. I’m