Moira's POV

My heart slams against my ribs. Each beat feels too loud, too visible, like everyone in this chamber can hear it. I dig my fingernails into my palms and keep my hands folded in my lap. Still. Composed. Invisible.

On the Council platform, Derek stands again. His voice carries through the chamber, calm and measured. "The severity of these violations cannot be understated. The York twins didn't simply cross territorial boundaries—they invaded a ...