Kiana pov
We waited, the Army growing slightly restless after thirty minutes or so. What was going on? Why wasn’t anyone coming out? I growled in frustration. The screaming had stopped a while ago.
“What is going on?!” I shrieked. “This is stupid, we need to just go in there!” Sevra raised her hands slapping me across the face.
“I’m sure everything is going according to plan.” She snarled.
“Oh really?” I asked, sarcastic dripping in my voice. “They stopped screaming a while ago and no one is coming out. What did they do, invite the servants to dance with them?” I hissed out. Ulric laughed, then held up his hands with a sheepish smirk on his face when Sevra turned to glare at him.
“What? It was funny. I imagined the pack walking up to the servants and bowing to them
