Vorian’s POV
The hot water beating down on my back did little to wash away the tension coiled in my body. Five a.m. had arrived, and I was fairly certain I hadn’t slept a damn minute. Kavira was dead to the world in the next room, but my mind refused to rest.
Everything rode on today. And yet, even if the court ruled in our favor, I couldn’t shake the gnawing certainty that this wasn’t the end. Zivenya’s killer was still at large. If another assassin was out there, lurking, it was more than just bad news it was a storm waiting to break over us.
And then there was Kavira. She had to testify. I hated it. Keeping her safe within my own walls was hard enough; outside, anything could happen. Plane crashes. Car wrecks. A bomb in the courthouse. I’d never catalogued so many ways to kill someon
