These were secrets no one had ever spoken out loud. Not even Elena's own blood, the Morrigans, had known the truth.
Vivian, who had been standing so firmly beside Camilla earlier, had gone quiet. The sharp confidence she carried was gone, replaced with stiff silence. Camilla still looked calm on the surface, but I could see it in her eyes. That burning glare. The kind that promised payback. She wasn't hiding her hatred anymore.
As for Julian… the tears in his eyes didn't move me at all. He had always been weak. Always swayed by whoever spoke loudest. He never stood for truth, only for comfort. If he cried now, it was for himself, not for Elena.
The room was silent.
The same people who had cheered for Camilla earlier now sat frozen, eyes locked on me. No one interrupted. No one dared.
I took a slow breath and continued.
