Arden’s Point Of ViewFor a moment, the room was full of nothing but our breathing and the television’s noise.Then Richard looked at me, eyes raw.“What are you doing?” he asked, voice strained. “What’s your plan with Nala? Because this, ” he gestured toward the screen, “, this is not random. They’re planning something. I’m sure of it.”My jaw tightened again, because he was right.This wasn’t simply hunger and rage spilling over.Not entirely.Someone had aimed that rage like a weapon.The country was starving, yes. Merchants were hoarding, yes. People were furious, yes.But mobs didn’t always choose the right target on their own.Sometimes, someone pointed.Sometimes, someone fed them a story, a face, a name that would keep them busy while the real players moved behind closed doors.I exhaled slowly, forcing my mind back from Cassandra’s family at the fence to the bigger rot spreading beneath it.“I’m working on something,” I said.Richard’s eyes narrowed.“Working on what?” he dem
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