Nora POV
I stood before the shattered remnants of the council chamber’s high table, the early morning light slicing through the stained glass like judgment. The crystal that had captured Davorin’s confession now lay in the center of the room, still humming faintly with magic, as though echoing the outrage it had unleashed.
Around me, the court was in chaos.
Half of the elders wanted Davorin’s head delivered on a silver plate.
The other half demanded proof that the child seen in the vision was real.
They were fools.
All of them.
Because I knew.
I felt it in my bones, the way only a mother could.
Liana was alive.
And he had her.
“You should rest,” Kalen murmured beside me, his voice low enough for only me to hear.
“I can’t,” I replied, eyes still locked on the mosaic floor. “If
