Draven's pov
The council chamber smelled of rain-dampened stone, burnt wires, and stress. The kind of stress that stinks into your skin, seeps into your clothes, and makes you feel older than you are.
I stood in front of the high table,seven iron-backed chairs, three of which were filled. The rest would join virtually, if they hadn't already been compromised.
Councilman Adrix leaned forward. "Explain why Kira has not been executed."
My jaw flexed. "Because I don't kill until I understand why someone bleeds."
Councilwoman Yarra scoffed from the far end. "Draven, she was found with active intel. Strategic maps, troop deployment, encrypted access logs,enough to sell us out five times over."
"She says she was feeding them misinformation," I said tightly.
"And you believe her?" Yarra snapped.
"No," I replied. "But I'm not convinced she's lying, either."
