Killian's POV
The beeping hadn’t stopped ringing in my head, even after the guard’s scanner went still in front of Liam and the girl.
At first, I thought it was another trick, another mistake. But when the guard demanded the mage, when the crowd leaned in like wolves scenting blood, I felt something twist hard in my chest.
I watched her. Isla. The way her lips curved into that small smile, claiming innocence. And then the guard called for a volunteer.
I should have stepped in. I should have ended it there. But before I could, Tasha slid forward, like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment.
Her voice, her arrogance, it irritated me. And when her hands came out holding those two golden mages, one in each palm, the hall detonated with whispers.
My body went still.
Two. No
