Eve
Montegue's cane cracked once against the marble, drawing every eye. His voice carried steady, rich with disdain.
"They are not loyal to treasonous fools who bicker like children while enemies claim our borders." His eyes swept the room, contempt sharp enough to flay. "They are loyal to what you abandoned long ago—order. Unity. Strength."
The chamber fell silent again. Only the sound of labored breathing filled the air. Those still pinned to the marble twitched in futile resistance.
"If you have more insightful words to share, you may speak. But after that, I will speak." I did not hide my disdain.
I had no time for this.
Silverpine was scrambling. On edge. It was clear as day with every word in that accursed letter from Kael. Something had gone wrong—far more wrong than they were willing to admit.
Even now, the words flickered before my eyes. And with them, the cracks.
