Elder Torin’s voice cut through the council chamber like a blade striking stone.
“She is not to be trusted.”
I felt every gaze shift. Some turned toward Selene. Others toward me. A few toward Clay.
My spine stiffened. My hands, folded in my lap, clenched so tightly my nails bit into my skin. I had expected many things this day, but not this. Not Torin choosing this moment. Not this battlefield.
Clay rose, so suddenly his chair scraped loudly against the stone floor.
“And when,” he said sharply, his voice echoing across the chamber, “did she become the trusted one in your bed, Elder. When your bed and desire needed to be satisfied?”
The world seemed to tilt.
For a heartbeat, I could not breathe.
I turned slowly toward him, disbelief flooding me so fast it burned. My husband. My Alph
