Andria's POV
Because of the rate at which the spell is spreading, they could become victims too. My stomach twisted violently.
Losing the election wouldn't be so bad, but losing them, my allies, my friends, would be unbearable.
Becca's voice pulled me back. "We need a real solution, Aria. Not pep talks. Not strategy meetings. A real solution."
I swallowed hard, Kaelric's smirk flashing in my memory—his words about the blood ritual.
That was an actual solution, but how do I tell them I had that solution without exposing the fact that I'm the creature that they dread?
I would just become their next problem. However, they want a solution now, so I have to offer them one.
"I might have one," I said quietly.
Their heads snapped toward me.
"You do?" Becca's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Because it's complicated." I lowered my voice, leaning in closer. "And this isn't the place to discuss it. Too many ears. Too many eyes."
