Kael’s POV
The council chamber reeked of stale incense and the sweat of ancient, powerful men.
The council members snarled and snapped like starved dogs fighting over scraps, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of greed and ambition as they debated Diana's fate.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes gleaming with calculated interest beneath lowered lashes, watching the council members continue to argue and scheme, each driven by their own agendas and desires.
“She must've known Renner, her would-be killer, is an Ashmoor teacher by now,” spat Elder Rian, his voice brittle as old bones. “We can't risk her exposing us or spilling Ashmoor's secrets to the world.”
“Nonsense,” Elder Marrick snapped, his voice like a whip cracking through the air. “She was the killer. Don't forget sh
