#Chapter 159: Pig’s Blood

Iris “Imposter! Hypocrite! Slaver!” I flinch as the shrill voice cuts through the silence, and whip my head around. For a moment, I can’t locate the source of the outburst in the sea of shocked faces. Then the crowd parts, and a woman pushes her way through, heading straight for the stage. Her face is contorted with rage, cheeks flushed an angry red, and her eyes—those eyes are filled with a hatred so intense it makes my stomach drop. Before I can react, the woman lunges forward, climbing the steps to the stage with remarkable speed. Everything seems to slow down. I see several security guards starting to move through the crowd. I see Arthur’s face change from confusion to alarm as he pushes his way toward me. I see Emi leaping in front of me, arms outstretched. But none of them are fast enough. The woman reaches me in three quick strides and stretches out her hands. “Blood diamond wearer!” she spits. Her voice is shrill, angry, hateful. I don’