I’d flown around the club, scouring the rooms and finding everyone gone.
Jewel had ordered everyone out.
With my ear to the door, I listened to the conversation within, poised to burst through the door.
I heard multiple voices raised in an argument.
A terrified Amelia was denying an accusation. Greyson and Jewel were seemingly facing off with each other.
Then I heard the sound of a scuffle.
I was about to enter the room when the door was suddenly flung open.
Amelia came flying out, pushing me backwards and closing the door behind her. She looked horrified to see me.
I grabbed her arm. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know anything.” She tried topull out of my grip.
I refused to let go. “Who’s in there?”
She shook her head. “Jewel and Greyson.”
Just as I had guessed.
I let her go. “I thought you and Greyson were together.”
Tears ran down her cheeks. Her face looked gaunt with grief. With regret, too.
“What happened?” I asked softly.
“Jewel made me do it.”
“Do what, darling?”
Nervously, she glanced behind her.
“You know I’m the High Priestess,” I said. “I’ve taken over for the Chancellor.”
“I heard a rumor,” she said, seemingly unsure whether to keep talking. “You can protect me?”
“Of course.” I smiled at her. “You deserve praise for all you’ve done for Pendulum. You prevented a plot against our submissives?”
“Yes,” she said, wide-eyed and nodding frantically.
I hummed with approval. “Where are they?”
She pointed to the door. “Jewel is in charge.”
“No,” I said. “She works for me.”
“I have to go.” Amelia stepped away.
“What happened with Greyson?”
She teared up again. “I like him a lot, but…”
“Yes?”