The Breaking Point

"You should've stopped me."

Layla's voice pierced the silence of the war room, as sharp as the blade she had just driven into the wooden table. The candlelight danced, casting long shadows across the stone walls, but neither she nor Tyrrell paid it any mind.

Tyrrell stood across from her, arms folded, his expression unreadable. "Stopped you from what? Saving what's left of us?"

Layla huffed out an angry laugh as she ran her hand through her hair. "No, for making the ...