Chapter 90.

The painting on the wall was an immaculately detailed part of the Council. It was beyond anything I knew, that you could open a portal through a painting, step through it, and then appear in another place so far away from where you stood at the present moment. “My head hurts,” I said and poured myself another drink. Gabe nodded and downed his glass. If we continued like this the both of us- or at least I- would be too drunk to be of any help to anyone. Just when I thought that I was finally standing on firm ground, everything flipped out of balance. Of course, I felt for him, he lost his wife and his daughter and now the girl was being used as a chip against him by her evil Queen mother. My sister was alive somewhere and Darian was locked up in the Council or…or worse and I’m the reason he’s there.  “That’s why he chose me at the Hunt, for this game,” Gabe’s eyes narrowed in dark remembrance and he scoffed. “He chose you because the Council said ’choose her’,”  I whipped my head to the