Maisie
The helplessness burrowed so deep, I felt my bones weaken. Their hands were tied. They were trying, but it wouldn't do a single thing to stop the wedding, short of an intervention.
And seeing as the first wedding went, the Queen would be expecting it, too.
Seeing my understanding and the panic that rose with it, Jericho brought my frightened gaze back to him. "You can do something about it. You have a claim on him, far stronger than we do. Why do you think the date is being moved up? Lysandra knows every day that passes before that ceremony is one more day you have to take him back for good."
"I can't," I whispered, my fingernails digging crescents into the palms of my hands. "I can't risk it."
"Can't? Or won't?"
