"Silence is a confession. And I will carve the truth out of their throats, even if it kills me."
The council chamber was quiet long after the last of them had gone. Their murmurs lingered in the stone like the stink of fear, a musk that clung to my lungs no matter how many breaths I took. They had sat across from me, elders, advisors, ministers, wolves who had sworn oaths beneath the moon. When faced with the truth of chains on an Omega in my own dungeons, they had offered me nothing but silence.
Silence was worse. I sat back in my chair, fingers drumming against the carved wood, listening to the faint echo of their boots fading down the corridor. Vayne paced inside me, restless and furious, his claws raking the walls of my chest.
