{Lisa's POV}
I stood in this large chamber with a ceiling so high I could barely see it, surrounded by Elders seething and full of rage, and I'm thinking… I know… in a couple of minutes, I’m going to feel better.
Their voices thunder around me. Accusations, condemnations, veiled threats. It’s deafening, all of it. One Elder points a finger at me, frothing at the mouth as he rants about council ethics, about reckless power displays, about “endangering the political balance.”
They’re angry that I went after Ronan so brazenly.
That I had the girl kidn*pped.
That I made a hit list. They're angry I got caught.
And they’re terrified. That part makes me smile.
Of course, I keep my smile small, respectful. I lower my head, slightly. Hands folded. Calm, obedient. The perfect picture of a ma
