Troy

I burst through the door, not caring that several unfamiliar people were crowded at the entrance of the stuffy, windowless room in Alpha Una’s palace. The door slammed into at least three of those people, who scowled and murmured words of disdain as I pushed through the crowd, shoving carelessly at the bodies who refused to make way.

Maeve was seated on a bench against the wall, beads of sweat rolling down her temples as she cradled her arms against her ...