Dante’s POV
That chamber could freeze hell over. I swear, I’ve been in dungeons with more warmth, and not just because of the actual temperature. Every eye in that place, burning holes straight through me. The council, the soldiers, even the serving girls peeking from behind those ridiculous curtains. Didn’t take a genius to guess what they were thinking. Judging me before the damned trial even started.
The chains were not even subtle. Heavy as sin and about as delicate as a slap in the face. Pure theater. They wanted everyone to see me messed up, so the rumors wouldn’t be rumors anymore. They would just be facts, right? Dominic waved those stupid letters around, his chest full of pride and people taking all in.
But what twisted the knife was her.
Elora.
Sitting there, her fist fol
