*Molly*
I’m pacing. I know I am, and I know I need to stop, but I can’t. Michael is taking forever to return with Lily. I have so many questions running through my head, and as the Queen, I know I need to pull my thoughts together to get all the information we need, but my emotions are spilling over into any logical thoughts I may have.
“I don’t think I should be the one to do this,” I finally say, not really to anyone specific.
“I can lead the questioning,” Peter offers, and I nod, knowing it is for the best.
Ma’am, we are on the way. She was out at the cabin, and I had to tell her you were injured to get her to come, but she is with me willingly.
Thank you.
“She was at the cabin. They are on the way.”
Seth stands and approaches me, blocking the path I have been pacing. I loo
