|| Lilac’s POV ||

The questions kept coming, each one more damning than the last. Kael’s face grew red, his hands clenched into fists. He was losing control, and it was clear to everyone in the room.

“I think we’ve had enough questions for the day,” Alexander said, standing up and cutting through the tension. “Let’s enjoy the party.”

The reporters reluctantly backed off, their attention shifting as the candidates stepped down from the stage. I turned to ...