Elise´s POV
The cabin was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of the lamp on the table. Outside, the wind whistled through the trees, but inside, the storm was of a different kind.
Ava paced back and forth, arms crossed tightly over her chest, rage sharpening her every movement. Kael stood leaning against the wall, his arms resting loosely at his sides, but his clenched jaw betrayed his tension.
I, on the other hand, was seated. Silent.
Waiting.
Lucian was locked up in a cell on the other side of the camp, bound with chains imbued with silver—each link crafted to weaken him, to remind him that he no longer held power here. That he was our prisoner.
And yet, his shadow still weighed heavily in this room.
“This is madness.” Ava broke the silence, her voice a sharp whisper. “
