Mara's POV
"This stops now."
The words left my mouth before the doors to the council chamber had fully shut behind me.
Silence followed, but not the kind born from hesitation. The kind that only existed in rooms where power decided what lived and what didn't.
I didn't slow as I walked toward the center table. Logan was already there, leaning lazily against the carved edge like none of this concerned him, but his eyes told a different story. Interested.
Good.
At least one of them understood what was at stake.
"They are moving," I continued, my voice steady, cutting cleanly through the room. "And if you are all still pretending this is contained, then we have already lost control."
A few of the nobles shifted in discomfort.
Denial always came first.
Logan tilt
