Bab 341: The Frail Bird

~ ZARA ~

Lizbeth had lost weight in the weeks I'd been gone, which would have worried me, but I couldn't spare her a thought. Because standing in front of her, holding both of her hands, was David.

David, not smiling.

David, so pale his skin looked ashen.

Adrenalin flooded my veins. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to do this. He was terrified and angry and…

Why was he here?

Even as my eyes landed on him and I wanted to scream, the crowd roared again. Because behind them, a Priest stood with one hand raised, calling for the people to be quiet so that the ceremony could begin.

No. NO!

But as Stark hissed a curse behind me, and I was about to dive into the crowd to try and make my way up there, something caught my eye.

Something on the Priest.

I was confused for a moment about why my body gave a new jolt of adrenaline. I couldn't see what was making my heart pound even harder.