Chapter 25
Rayna
They called us in with three words.
"Sanaron. Black. Enter."
I stood up too fast. My knees wobbled. Miron's hand hovered near my back for half a second, then dropped, like he remembered we were being watch.
The double doors slid open without anyone touching them.
The Council chamber was colder than I expected.
Not temperature cold. Just… still. The air felt heavy, like every sound hit a wall and dropped straight down.
The room was circular, tiered. A raised platform sat in the middle, wide enough for two people to stand side by side. Around it, higher up, nine chairs formed a ring. They weren’t matching—the designs were all different—but each had the same feel: important, old, carved with symbols.
Eight were occupied.
The ninth was draped in black cloth.
My ey
