POV: Miranda Prospero

I paced outside the holding facility like a caged animal.

Security had barred the doors after Papa's arrest, citing Council authority and safety protocols. Through the reinforced walls, I could feel his presence growing weaker, the magical restraints draining his already compromised power.

He was dying. Alexander had said it where I could hear through the ventilation system. One year left, maybe less, and I'd spent that time practicing plant magic instead of learning ...