Deborah’s POV

The silver fire Deborah made turned super bright and hot, with ice around it that sparkled.

Deborah stood in the Council chamber, her hands bound by silver chains that burned her wrists. Erick stood beside her, similarly restrained. Through their soul bond, she felt his presence steady, angry, protective.

The seven Elders sat in judgment, their faces expressionless. But Deborah noticed things she had missed before: the slight smirk on Morgana's lips, the satisfied look in ...