Kaelen’s POV
The glass on my desk rattled as Theron’s furious voice came booming through the communication mirror. He was practically spitting with rage, his face a deep purple color as he barked about the incident in the library.
"She pulled a weapon on my daughter, Kaelen!" Theron roared, his fists slamming against whatever table he was sitting at on his end. "Lyra came back to her quarters shaking and crying hysterically! Elara held a silver blade to her throat and threatened to murder her in the middle of the royal library! I demand you strip that crazy stray of her council seat and lock her away before she ruins my family!"
"I'll handle it, Theron," I muttered, my voice tight as I cut the connection, plunging the room back into silence.
God, this whole chaos was making my head spi
