Melody

The tension in the royal chambers was thick enough to cut with a blade. Derek sat across from me, his hands folded on the table, his gaze sharp and calculating. He had just finished explaining his plan to dismantle Worden’s influence and drive the rogues into chaos. It was a good plan—bold, strategic, and exactly what we needed.

I smiled slightly, leaning back in my chair. “It will work.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You sound so sure.”

I nodded. “Because I am. Aaron ...