Effie's eyes flared open wide, and she couldn't stop a sharp little breath from catching in the back of her throat at the sight of the cloaked man's large, mangled hand. From the missing pinky finger to the disfigured thumb, there was no denying who he was now. And even though the prison warden had been the number one suspect in Effie's mind since she'd last spoken to Reign, having her suspicions firmed so undeniably still sent a shock coursing through her body.
But there was also a sense of urgency gnawing at the base of her brain. Now that she had the evidence she needed, Effie knew she must to go straight to Prince Reign and deliver the information as soon as possible. She wasn't out of danger yet. The warning signals that had been blaring in the back of her mind were now screaming until she could hardly hear anything else. In fact, it was positively dizzying.
