Page 70 of The Throne's Undoing

Then, the guards were dragging Mynhos away.

"Wait!" Myra shouted, reaching out. "Wait! Mynhos! I'll fix this. I promise I'll fix this."

But Myra wasn't sure if her brother heard her as the guards disappeared through the side doors. She stared after him, the river of tears falling down the contours of her face. Her throat was on fire as she struggled to breathe.

A hand snatched her jaw, tugging her gaze away from the door.

The king snarled, his calm composure melting away and revealing the true anger beneath it. "Thatis what happens when you waste my time."

This was all her fault.

She had delayed too long.

Chapter 21

When Graeson awoke,his head spun. The line between him and the god within was growing thinner by the day. It was becoming far too easy for him to let the beast out.

Yet such ease did not make it less jarring, nor did it prevent the ache in his bones.

As Graeson finally reoriented himself into his own body, he first thought he had imagined the entire event. It was one thing for Kalisandre to turn against him, but to discover that his own friends had betrayed him and conspired behind his back to take Kalisandre was unfathomable.

And yet, as he lay in a cold, dark cell, the reality of the situation hit him. The god roared, and Graeson's blood ran ice-cold as he stared at the iron bars, realizing the depth of the betrayal.

Soon, boots rapped against the cement, and Graeson pushed himself off the hard mattress on the gritty stone floor. Medenia and Ophelia appeared in front of his cell, and Graeson's lip curled from the taste of betrayal as he saw the princess's sad expression. He wasn't surprised that Dani and Terin weren't the first ones to see him, instead sending the Tetrians to play peacemaker, but it hurt all the same.

The princess parted her lips as if to speak, but the anger forced Graeson forward. He clutched the iron bars within his fists. "Where is she?" he demanded.

Eyes widening, Medenia stumbled back, and Ophelia stepped in front of her, shielding her.

"Watch it, Graeson," Ophelia said with a snarl, brandishing a sword.

"Let me see her," Graeson hissed, losing his patience with each passing second. He needed to know Kalisandre was safe, and he would not rest until he got the answers he sought.

"We have no intention of keeping you inside this cell," Medenia said, tilting her chin up as she quickly regained her composure. "Your actions last night, however, left us no choice. In your rage, you injured several of my guards. Once you have calmed down, we will let you out."

"Once I've calmed down? Iamcalm," Graeson spat. "But if you keep me in this cage, if you keep me away from her, I will show you true rage."

"The princess has come to you out of her good graces, yet you snarl like a ravaged beast." Ophelia shook her head, her dark brown curls flying from the movement. When she met Graeson's gaze again, a look of disgust colored her countenance. "Get a hold of yourself."

Graeson's nose twitched. "Where is she?"

Medenia gave Ophelia's hand a reassuring squeeze. Ophelia released a sigh, but she did not stop Medenia from stepping closer to the bars. The warrior's knuckles, though, blanched as she tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword.

"You cannot see her right now," Medenia said with an apologetic look. "If you interfere, you may cause more harm than good."

"Tell. Me. Where. She. Is."

Medenia was unfazed by Graeson's anger though and sighed. "She's with the queen and Ellie."

An icy fire surged through his veins and his hands flexed around the iron bars. "Why?"

"She is a danger to everyone right now. The utmost caution must be exercised." Medenia said, but something in her voice led Graeson to believe there was more than what she was saying.

"What are they doing to her?" Graeson asked, his fingers curling around the pole, the metal growing hot beneath his hands.

But Medenia was silent as Ophelia glanced at her.

"Tell me!" Graeson roared, his scream echoing down the hall and making the floor quake.

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