“It was an assassination attempt,” he said, the words slicing through the silence. “Someone poisoned a large portion of the Nellings’ food before the feast began.”

Outside, in the grand council hall, Ligon stood at the head of the table. His voice when he spoke, was firm and deep, carrying the weight of quiet authority.

No one dared to speak. Roloveria’s eyes flickered in restrained fury, while Kle’s jaw worked like he was ready to tear someone’s throat out.

Ligon turned to ...