Hope's POV.
Malakar's face contorts into a nasty grimmace. His eyes dart, rapidly, between his mother and me. His jaw grows even tighter. He looks like he's about to snap. I've never seen him like this before.
The silence between the five of us is heavy, suffucating. It feels like the oxygen has been stripped from the air. We all wait on the edge of our seats for the next bomb to go off.
Velara still isn't looking anyone in the eye. She's fumbling with her fingers on the table in front of her. Her breathing is heavy, rapid. Her face is crimson. Sweat forms on her brow. She keeps licking her lips.
Morgana has tears in her eyes. They are wide with shock and disbelief. She stares at her mother, then at her father, then at Malakar and back at Velara again. She opens her mouth a few times t
