Aria’s POV
The North Buyer was gone, but the air he left behind was still foul. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a collapsing building, the dust of the Vaelor legacy choking me.
"What did you mean, Elena?" Noah’s voice was like the crack of a whip. He didn't look at the Grand Luna. He didn't look at the half-eaten dinner. He was staring at Elena, who was huddled on the floor like a broken doll. "No more riddles. What exactly do you know, or are you playing games with me?"
Elena looked up, her face a mess of mascara and salt. She looked at the Grand Luna, then at Cassian. "It’s not for silver, Noah. It’s for him." She pointed a shaking finger at Cassian. "Julian didn't want to kill you. He wanted to replace you. He needed a Vaelor with the Mark to unlock the ancient streng
