Lulu

The voices behind the door carried authority — that cold, commanding edge only people used to being obeyed ever had.

My heart slammed against my ribs, beating in time with the panic creeping through me.

I recognised one of them. It was the same voice I’d heard in the council chamber yesterday. These weren’t low-rank mages or tower guards — they were members of the Light Water Council.

And they weren’t gossiping.

They were calmly assessing whether I was worth the risk.

“If the ...