Moira's POV

The broadcast plays on every screen in the Council chamber. Dimitri stands before a massive podium, the eastern territories' emblem looming behind him. His expression is calm, controlled, almost serene. Margaret stands beside him, radiant in a deep crimson gown.

My hand grips the armrest of my chair. Logan's fingers cover mine, steadying me.

"Today," Dimitri announces, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "I reveal a truth that ...