AMARA’S POV

My fists balled at my sides as rage threatened to tear me open from the inside. But I could not let that rage loose. Not yet.

As much as I was boiling within, the world felt so still. The other councillors were present, corporately dressed but with a clear fatigue in their eyes. They looked like they had just crawled out of the dungeons.

Ian stood at the head of the security formation, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes as hard as rock. Everyone was present to ...