Michael's pov There were too many voices and too much anxiety in the council room, making it noisier than before. I could hear my name being murmured, followed by repeated repetitions of that word.

Heir.

Selene was aware of what I ought to have anticipated. Before she poured oil over the rumors, she had let them grow until they were strong enough to stand on their own. And this morning, she had walked about the camp with the kid at her side, grinning and slashing like a steel sword.

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