Tomorrow was D-day. The Ascension of Death.
In other words, they had only today to put things in order and prepare for the competition.
Violet trained with Asher as usual, pushing every ounce of herself into it, knowing tomorrow held the very real possibility of her blowing up the entire Fae realm if things went wrong. Or more specifically—
if her mother died and Baron won.
Annequin had been around for the first half of training, serving as the unfortunate scapegoat and forcing Violet to fight under pressure without losing control.
But as soon as her session ended, she had practically fled the scene, muttering something about helping Prince Lucen secure the location for tomorrow's competition.
Whatever her obsession with Lucen was, no one was complaining. If anything, it seemed to keep her on her best behavior.
At this point, they could only pray Lucen did not break her heart. No one wanted to know what Annequin looked like during heartbreak.
