Lucian's POV.
The room slowly begins to thin out — everyone retreating into their own thoughts, their own shock. The revelation Emory gave us felt like a blow to the chest. Everyone’s still reeling — especially Hope. She hasn’t said another word since Emory told her the truth. Malakar hasn't left her side for even a second, and honestly, I don't blame him. If I were in his place, I wouldn't either.
Emory shifts beside the window, wrapping her arms around herself as though she's trying to hold herself together. She doesn't look at anyone. The guilt is painted so clearly across her face, I wonder if anyone else notices it the way I do. Probably not. They’re too focused on the betrayal — on the secret she kept.
She clears her throat softly, drawing the attention of the room once more.
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