Zephyra’s POV

The crystal flute trembled in my hand, its coolness a sharp contrast to the feverish heat rising in my chest. The ballroom shimmered with an opulent display of wealth, the air thick with murmured conversations about investments and renovations. Usually, I’d have relished the chance to dive into the intricacies of sustainable design with these influential figures. But tonight, my mind spun with worry, fixated on Lirael’s impending arrival and the inevitable confrontation. ...