Darius' POV.
The anger in my chest was a fire I could no longer control. Every word they spoke, every glance they exchanged, only served to stoke the flames.
They were accusing her, Sara. My Luna. And they were doing it without hesitation. Without care.
I could feel my hands trembling with rage as I leaned forward, my voice low, but seething. “Are you trying to say my Luna killed the maid?”
The words hung in the air, thick with accusation. The room went deadly quiet, but I could see the discomfort in their eyes. They knew they had crossed a line.
The Elders shuffled, glancing at each other like a pack of frightened wolves. Then, Elder Bennett stood up, his posture stiff and unyielding, as though trying to reclaim his authority after my question had torn through the room.
“That is n
