Betty's POV. 

The Councilwoman didn’t wait for Damien to protest again.

With a subtle wave of her hand, a door I had never noticed before slid open behind the crescent throne carved with symbols I didn’t recognise.

“Come,” she said softly, though her tone left no room for refusal.

I cast one last look at Damien.His expression was silent and frustrated, but he nodded reluctantly.

I followed the Councilwoman.

The moment we stepped through the door, the air changed.

The hall ...