The trial grounds were different this time.
Smaller. More controlled. Instead of the massive obstacle course, they’d set up a single arena. Covered. Private. Only essential witnesses allowed.
I stood at the entrance with Lycian. My shoulder throbbed despite the pain medication. The sling felt restrictive. Wrong. But Dr. Rivera had insisted.
“Last chance to postpone,” Lycian said. His hand is on my lower back. Steadying.
“Not postponing.”
“Stubborn woman.”
“You're a stubborn woman.” I kissed him quickly. “I love you. No matter what happens in there.”
“I love you too. Always.” He touched my face. Gentle. “Remember, you’ve already proven yourself. This is just formality.”
But it didn’t feel like formality. It felt like everything.
I walked into the arena alone. Council members sat at
