Iris
“Imposter! Hypocrite! Slaver!”
I flinch as the shrill voice cuts through the silence, and whip my head around. For a moment, I can’t locate the source of the outburst in the sea of shocked faces. Then the crowd parts, and a woman pushes her way through, heading straight for the stage. Her face is contorted with rage, cheeks flushed an angry red, and her eyes—those eyes are filled with a hatred so intense it makes my stomach drop.
Before I can react, the woman lunges forward, climbing the steps to the stage with remarkable speed. Everything seems to slow down. I see several security guards starting to move through the crowd. I see Arthur’s face change from confusion to alarm as he pushes his way toward me. I see Emi leaping in front of me, arms outstretched.
But none of
