LILY'S POV
The chamber looked the same.
Same curved row of seven seats. Same stone walls. Same high windows letting in light that couldn't decide between grey and gold. Same forty people filling the room with the particular density of people who understood that what happened here mattered.
Kane was already seated.
He looked at me when I walked in.
I looked back.
Something passed between us that didn't need words. Two people who had already said the important things in a smaller room, now here to see if what they'd built together could hold its own weight.
Renata Voss was at the defendant's table. Sixty years old. Silver hair cut short. The kind of woman who had been the smartest person in every room she'd ever walked into and had long since stopped being surprised by it. She looked
