Malrik POV

The room felt heavier than stone thick with silence, disbelief, and the icy weight of a truth finally surfacing.

Everything had shifted.

All at once, it was painfully clear we had been chasing the wrong enemy.

Zebulon’s expression was no longer smug, no longer mocking. It was unnervingly calm his voice steady, stripped of venom.

“I’ve known about Dravina for years,” he murmured.

Then his gaze drifted to Cassian.

“I was the only one who knew. The woman Ysolde took ...