Raisel’s POV

Davina stormed into my office, eyes blazing with fury. Gwen, sensing the tension, scrambled to call Mr. Beau. I didn’t flinch, but behind my mask of composure, a tight coil of fear twisted in my gut.

“You’re going to testify for Alaric,” she said coldly. “And you’re going to say you didn’t see him shoot Soren.”

I leaned back, forcing a smirk. “You’ve got some nerve, Davina.” My voice was steady, but a storm raged inside me. “But let me enlighten ...