Harper’s POV
Having the Councils’ full attention on me is unnerving. My footsteps boom in the otherwise silent room, the sounds of papers shuffling are far too loud, and the murmurs of the Elders are more irritating than they should be.
The temperature seems to drop several degrees, sending a chill down my spine as I step forward.
The Elders eye me with distrust, disgust, and disapproval, but I try to ignore them. Like Lucas said, they’ve already made up their minds. Nothing we say will change them until the Council makes their decision.
Their eyes track my movements, like a predator watching its prey. They wait.
The ten Council members lean forward, some watching me and others flipping through the pages of evidence Lucas and I gathered. Their gazes are sharp and attentive, and im
