Chapter 38

The moment we left the hall, Rosalyn grabbed my arm.

“I cannot believe you let her talk to you like that,” she hissed.

Gael snickered, he must have been waiting outside. “What, you wanted her to throw a goblet at Fiona’s head?”

Rosalyn scoffed. “It would have been satisfying.”

I sighed. “It was a trap. They wanted me to react.”

Rosalyn frowned. “So you’re just going to let them get away with it?”