Draven’s POV
The council room was thick with tension, the kind that pressed against the walls until the air itself grew heavy. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, cutting sharp lines across the polished oak table where the three of us sat, Daemon lounging back with his usual smirk, Darius stiff and unreadable beside him, and me trying to keep the peace before it all cracked apart again.
“She was seen near the borders last night,” Darius said, his voice clipped, hands folded tightly in front of him. “With Colin. My beta confirmed it.”
Daemon scoffed, running a hand through his dark hair. “So what? She’s not a prisoner, Darius. The girl probably needed air after you scared the life out of her yesterday.”
“I didn’t scare her,” Darius growled, the table creaking under the pre
