Sixty-two:
Imperator Zale
I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone without something. My whole life, everything had been brought to me the minute I asked for it. For the first time, I was not surrounded by luxury and comfort. I was on the run with my mother. My fiancés sister had been murdered. And she was on the run. I had no idea if she was alive or dead.
We had walked for nearly a full day. My feet hurt, and every sound that came around the corner was someone trying to kill us. Or my father coming to claim us again. “Do you think that he’ll really kill us the next time that he sees us?” I asked. Mother was tired and sweaty too, and I had never seen her look so worn. I was used to her being calm, poised, and completely put together like a fashion plate. This was a whole differe
