I tried to distract myself with the party and must have danced with everyone in the room except for Maxon. I was sitting down resting my tired feet when I heard his voice beside me.
What is—Run! I shout, slapping Ezekiel’s arm.
He takes off without hesitation, and the others follow. The buzzing lessens the faster we go, until we’re suddenly racing down a shallow trench.Cave over here, Jude says in a hushed whisper ahead of us before disappearing.Ezekiel carries me around the same corner, and we duck inside the cave. Kai takes me out of Ezekiel’s arms, assuming the task of carrying me, even though I’m positive my knee has healed.
I still ache all over, so I’m good with being carried like a doll for a change.Kai lowers us to the ground, keeping me in his lap, as Gage and Ezekiel stand guard at the cave’s entrance.
What the hell is going on? Jude asks on a labored breath as they try to catch a little rest.
Clearly the fucking Devil has an agenda, Kai growls, hugging me closer.Coffee, Your Highness, Neena said, setting the drink on my table.
Thank you. You can take the plates.I scanned the article. This time a restaurant was burned to the ground because its owner refused to promote a waiter to a position as a chef. The waiter claimed that a promotion had been promised but was never delivered, and he was sure it was because of his family’s past.
Looking at the charred remains of the building, I honestly didn’t know whose side I was on. The owner had the right to promote or fire anyone he wanted, and the waiter had the right not to be seen as something that, technically, didn’t exist anymore.I pushed the paper away and picked up my drink. Dad was going to be upset. I was sure he was already running the scenario over and over in his head, trying to figure out how to set it right. The problem was, even if we could fix one issue, we couldn’t stop every instance of post-caste discrimination. It was too hard to monitor and happening far too often.