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“Raithian came here for him, and Braxton risked his life by going with him before he and Azazel could kill us all!” Evie barked. “How dare you disturb the place where Penelope’s body is laid after her sacrifice? How dare you throw blame to one of our own?”
Lachlan’s face fell, but the hate he held for me was stronger than anything else. “I am doing this for her. I am trying to open your eyes, Princess, because this… thismanseems to have put a spell on all of you! Don’t you see? He’s brought us nothing but trouble since he arrived.” His piercing eyes fell on me, expressing the loathing he truly felt. “If the Warlock King wants him, I say we give Braxton to him.”
Gasps escaped the Elevated Warriors, and those still present, glancing at him like he’d betrayed all of them with his statement.
“Leave,” Evanna ordered him, nostrils flaring, indignant by his behavior. “Retrieve yourself from this room without another word, before I do something I will regret.”
“But, Princess, I only mean to open your eyes—”
“My eyes are wide open, Lachlan. More than they have ever been, and I do not like what I see before me. Leave this room. Now,” she ordered, voice quivering with icy ire.
Arlo, Hanna, Finn, and all the other warriors dropped their gazes to the ground in respect to her, stepping away for him to pass.
Lachlan’s dark eyes turned to molten fire, and he walked past me, bumping me with his shoulder as he did. Very mature.
“And don’t you dare show up tonight for Penelope’s farewell,” Evie called after him.
His steps halted, shocked by her decree, but he didn’t turn to look at her.
“You have disrespected the resting of the sister you claim to love,” she continued, her steely gaze focused on me so fiercely that I thought she might be talking to me. “You are no longer welcome there.”
With Evanna’s last words, Lachlan resumed his steps, leaving the throne room with his goons, whose eyes threw daggers at me.
Dragging her attention from me, Evie made her way towards Penelope’s body and knelt before her, placing a gentle hand on her cheek. I was glad to have been able to partially heal her, so Evie’s last memory, and that of those who truly loved her, wasn’t an image of the trauma Penelope had suffered in her last moments.
Evanna’s thumb slowly caressed Penelope’s cheek, and a slight smile softened her expression. “Rest in peace, Sister. You were a true hero until your last breath. Thank you.”
Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, our princess covered Penelope’s face with the soft blanket on her body and stood, leaving the room with all of us, her guard, following silently.
