Lorien POV

“How could you do this to Sylira?” Lysandra’s voice cracked with venomous fury, echoing off the stone walls. “She’s rolling in her grave knowing you betrayed her with a Fae!”

“That’s enough, Lysandra,” Auren snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut through the air, but she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t. She saw the flicker of pain in his eyes, recognized the wound she’d struck, and pressed harder. She wanted to break him.

I stood still, forcing myself to breathe ...