Rose's POV
The storm outside had finally subsided, leaving the world drenched and eerily quiet. The only sound that filled the morning air was the drip-drip of water sliding down the eaves of the manor, but inside the packhouse, tension lingered like a thick fog, heavy and oppressive. It clung to the walls, seeping into every corner of the ancient building, a reminder of the confrontation that had taken place just hours earlier.
After the confrontation in the main hall, I had retreated to my room, hoping to find solace in the quiet solitude, but peace was elusive. My thoughts were a tangled web of anger, hurt, and despair, and no matter how hard I tried to untangle them, they only seemed to tighten around my heart, constricting my breath.
The confrontation between Kane and the council h
