Liverna murmured. “Her ladyship is in a foul mood. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near her tonight.”“Thanks for the warning,” Zara replied, gathering the last of the silverware she needed to set the table for dinner. “I wonder if there’s a way to serve them dinner without having to be in the same room with them.”“You’ll be smart to find a way. Now get up there before we feel the brunt of her ladyship’s wrath.”Zara climbed into the lift with her tray of plates, glasses, utensils, and napkins. Her heart hammered with each crank of the wheel. Something bad had happened, and she could only hope it meant good news for the rebellion.Sobs filled the corridor when she reached the Triumvirate’s quarters. The cracked door to their study gave her a glimpse of Decindra crying with her face in her hands while Ermane stoically stared out the window. A sliver of delight filled her as she counted back the days and realized Barsaulus’s troops would’ve met with the Gravarian forces by now.
