I felt the velvet slippers almost slipping from my feet, but I tightened the grip of my toes, holding on to my dear life.
Lucia and I ran at the fastest speed we can, with me easily overtaking her as her pace was obviously slower compared to mine. I grabbed her hand to keep her on her toes when she was already ready to fall to the ground.
But Nesta of the Ember was not giving up. It was as if being dead gave you an eternal grudge, and it made them hunt for the candidate queens. Or, maybe with an intention worse that what I thought of.
I looked at the walls now speeding at our sides now, from the black bricks of our room to the continuing trend of red velvet now replacing it. We were now nearing another part of the castle, near the Grand Lounge where Eudora had announced our room assignm
