✦ Chapter 27✦
Vynn stared down at the sword resting in her grasp, its polished surface catching the dying light and reflecting a distorted sliver of her face. Lucien's voice carried behind her, steady and infuriatingly calm as he spoke to their father, weaving logic and restraint into an argument that sounded reasonable enough to fool anyone who hadn't lived inside its consequences.
It made sense.
That was the problem.
If he had always believed this—if mercy and delay were virtues he'd secretly cherished—then why had he stayed silent all those years? Why had omega after omega been discarded, broken beneath the same laws he now questioned? Why had this moment been worthy of intervention, when so many others had not?
Why now?
Her jaw tightened, teeth pressing together as something sharp and ugly stirred in her chest. Change, when it arrived too late, was not redemption. It was an insult dressed as virtue.
