Moira's POV

The chamber doors swing open. Council members file back to their platform. Isabella's expression could cut steel.

My heart hammers against my ribs. This is it. Rex found the phone. Isabella knows. Everything I planned, everything I risked—it's all about to pay off or fall apart.

'Please.' The silent prayer echoes through my thoughts. 'Please let this work.'

Elijah settles into his seat first, his gray robes rustling. ...