Lucas's POV

The Supreme Council meets in an emergency session that night. Isabella arranged a secure location in the coalition camp—a reinforced tent with magical wards to prevent eavesdropping. Just the five of us: Isabella, Elijah, Percival, Malcolm, and me as Moira's proxy.

Malcolm sits across from me. He hasn't spoken since we entered. His hands rest on the table but they're not steady. A slight tremor runs through his fingers.

"We need to ...