"The prime minister?!" I asked, startled.
The Prime Minister was the representative of all the Fae in the Fae realm. He was the top in hierarchy since the Fae had no ruler as of now. He didn't rule the Fae, since they splintered and made their own courts across Lyanith, but he was the strongest Fae alive, and he settled all the disputes between the Fae courts.
"Yes. If what I suspect is right, your abilities are sealed, you haven't been stripped off of anything. And the Prime Minister would be able to determine if I'm right." Zak pulled my sheets off of me, forcing me to sit up.
"You can't involve the Fae Prime Minister in something like this!" I yelled. What if he finds out that I'm slowly dying? And what did he mean by me getting sealed? That wasn't possible!
"I can and I will. He owes me," Zak said. "And he is the only Fae I would trust to tell the truth." He sauntered towards the door, oozing arrogance thick enough to make me choke.
