(Olivia's POV)
I woke to find myself in my private quarters, my head still pounding from Cora's visions. Dominic stood by the window, his shoulders tense as he stared out into the darkness. The air between us felt thick with unspoken accusations.
"How long was I out?" My voice became rough and unfamiliar.
He turned slowly, moonlight casting harsh shadows across his face. "About an hour. You caused quite a scene in the council chamber with your... disturbing accusations."
"They weren't accusations," I said firmly, pushing myself upright despite the room's spinning. They were truths that Cora showed me. Truths about your father.
"What you think you saw—"
"What I know I saw," I cut him off. "The underground chamber, Dominic. The black candles. Female wolves were chained to stone altars
