Page 149 of The Forgotten Queen
The mystery woman shook her head. “No, I don’t think she knows what’s going on.”
Seran looked between the two of them. “Whatisgoing on, and who are you?”
The woman smiled. “I’m Myka.”
Her eyes raised. “Adler’s daughter?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry about my father and all that he did to you. I didn’t—”
“We don’t have time for this forgiveness session,” Dannyn interrupted. She grabbed Seran’s arm, pulling her out of bed.
“What are you doing?” Seran asked. A sharp pain throbbed through her head.
“Marx is about to be executed,” Dannyn said.
“What?” Her hand went to her chest, and she forgot all about the headache.
“Yeah, executed,” Dannyn said again. “I know I can be a little dramatic, but this is not me being dramatic.”
Renna put her hand on Seran’s shoulder. “It’s true, Seran. The Council held a trial accusing Marx of being involved with Stoddard in the planning of your kidnapping.”
“But he wasn’t involved,” Dannyn said. She looked at Seran. “Do you think he’s guilty?”
Seran had been hurt by Marx, hurt that he hadn’t told her who she was as soon as he’d found out, but everything else that she knew about him made her think that he would never deliberately hurt her. He’d stood up for her when no one else had, noticed when she was in pain or sad, and was the first to comfort her and offer confidence.
Seran knew Marx.
TherealMarx.
“No.” She looked at them. “He wasn’t involved. Who voted to have him executed?”
Myka shook her head, raising her palms up. “Not me.”
“Trev,” Renna grimaced.
“It was four to two,” Dannyn explained. “Ezra, your father, King Reddick, and King Hilton all voted that Marx was guilty.”
“Why?”
“Because Stoddard and Doctor Von lied on the stand. They told everyone that Marx had been working with them. They even fabricated a letter with his signature on it.” Dannyn shook her head in frustration.
“And everyone believed them?”
“Yes, and we need to do something to stop it.” Dannyn ran to Seran’s closet flipping through dresses. “No one’s going to take you seriously in your pajamas.”
Renna eyed her. “Are you strong enough for this?”
“I feel okay,” she said as she stood.
“Hurry!” Dannyn said, bringing a dress over. “Help me get her dressed. We’re running out of time.”
“They wouldn’t shoot him without us, would they?” Renna asked.
Seran’s eyes went wide.
They were going toshootMarx.
“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Myka said. “You know men. They always think they’re the ones in charge.”
