SELVARA’S POV

The chamber grew silent after the council members left. The echo of their footsteps faded down the corridor, leaving only the sound of my own breathing. I was bound to the chair in the center of the room, and my wrist was really aching from the way the strap I was tied with digged into my flesh.

I lowered my eyes to the floor and when I shifted and pressed my wrists hard against my sides. My fingers brushed against the small knife I had managed to tuck into my pocket before ...