|| Lilac’s POV ||
The room was a whirlwind of whispers and accusations, but all I could focus on was the screen. Kael’s face, his tearful confession, his lies— it was all too much. My hands trembled at my sides, my mind racing as I tried to process what I had just heard.
“Lilac,” Elara’s voice broke through the haze, her hand gripping my arm. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the screen.
“No,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t right. Alaric would never do something like this.”
“We know that,” Astrid said, her voice firm. “But the public won’t. Kael’s playing the victim, and people love a sob story.”
“We need to do something,” Madeline added, her eyes filled with determination. “We can’t let him get away with this. I’m gonna go find Alexander.”
