#Chapter 443 – A Drink

“Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic. I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. “Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands. “Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry! I was just standing out here, also getting fresh air! This is a complete accident!” And suddenly, the voice snaps into place in my memory. “Conner!” I call, Rafe fussing in my arms, not liking the sudden change in my energy and the fear spiking through me, though I’m calmer now. “Please – it’s the Atalaxian Prince. He is – I don’t believe he means us any harm.” And even though something about that concept doesn’t match up – an Atalaxian? Not meaning us any harm? Especially after the meeting I just had with my uncle? Still, somehow, I know the truth of it down in my bones. He doesn’t. Conner glances at me and then backs up a little, removing his hand from the Prince’s chest. “Should I esc