Page 168 of Iris
Looks like there’s more digging for me to do.
If you’ve heard anymore buzz about this rebellion
my DMs are always open.
- Queen Bee
CHAPTER
FIFTY
Iris
Xavier drops me off on the edge of the street in the predawn light. Killian’s in the back.
I don’t look back as I pull the cloak tight, climb back up the trellis, and into my room. I strip off and scatter the pillows everywhere before diving into the shower and then under the covers. While I lie awake in my night dress, I relive the wonders of the last few hours. I hid the bottle in the cloak’s big inner pocket and it’s sitting on my floor, calling to me.
Not to drink.
But to deliver to the Monarch. It needs to be me to make the pitch, just like we first decided.
I can’t see anyone from Nightshade, including Killian, rocking up to talk to Sophine and having a calm conversation. There’s too much animosity there.
There’s one person who can change that. One.
And that’s me.
I guess I’ve always known I was meant to do something big, something life-changing. I’ve been pushing against the normsince I could walk and talk. And I refuse to be a good, quiet Omega.
I have too much to say.
I get up and get ready, dressing like me, in my big boots, a plaid black-and-pink skirt, long stockings, and a black T-shirt.
I pull the cloak around me, even though I pack the bottle in my oversize satchel bag.
Then I sit on my bed and wait.
There’s something in the air, something heavy.
Change is coming.
“Iris?” Heath calls up the stairs. “You ready?”
I take a breath and go down. He’s there waiting for me at the bottom where he eyes my outfit and scowls.
“Really? You’re wearing that?”
“I figured if I’m going to be mating with the man, he might as well know the real me.”
Heath’s eyes narrow suspiciously and says, “Don’t fuck this up.”
I sit all day in front of the Monarch’s meeting room, and my soon-to-be mate is nowhere in sight.
Could I really be that lucky and he change his mind?
I sit alone way into the late afternoon and into the beginnings of evening.
Something’s going on. People run to and fro. Whispers rise with words liketrouble,missing,taken,andfires.
