Chapter Sixty-Eight

My face flushed crimson as all eyes turned to me. I felt a surge of heat rising to my cheeks, my heart pounding in my chest. Why had Ezra done this? I was ill-prepared for the sudden spotlight, the weight of expectation heavy on my shoulders. As people began to approach, their gazes filled with curiosity and anticipation, I felt a wave of panic. I was drowning in a sea of eyes, each pair searching for answers, for hope. My breath quickened, my mind racing. I was overwhelmed, lost in a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

Aiden's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. He could feel my trembling, the rapid beating of my heart. As the crowd pressed in, their gazes piercing my soul, he tightened his grip, offering silent comfort.

"Lady Ember!" The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices a cacophony of excitement and anticipation. "What's the plan? How will we defeat Lucien? When do we strike?" Questions flew from all directions, a whirlwind of energy and hope.