But that doesn’t change the goal: I need to get to Cora now.
I listen as Cora argues and fights back. Pride swells in me as she refuses to leave with them, but it descends into panic. There is more banging and shouting. I have no idea what is happening. Is she being attacked? Is she okay?
I break into a jog, the phone held close to my ear so I can hear every second of audio.
Finally, I hear Cora’s voice again.
“I’m not going with you. You can’t force me into this. You can’t drag me out of bed in the middle of the night and have a wedding.”
“Can’t I?” Mikhail hisses. “I’m not sure if you heard me the first time, but I can do whatever the f**k I want.”
“The f**k you can,” I growl.
I don’t bother knocking on Yasha’s door. There’s no time. I throw it open and crash into his room.
“Cora
