Raphael’s POV
I whipped my gaze from Jennifer to the western girl sprawled across the cold marble floor as Jennifer’s shrill voice filled the hall.
I said nothing.
Not because I didn’t have something to say—no, far from that, but because I wanted my brothers to see it for themselves. To witness what I had seen. To know that I wasn’t wrong. If I had spoken and told them about the girl after returning from the west, I knew exactly what their responses would be: disbelief, denial and even mockery perhaps. So I chose silence so as to let the truth unfold before them instead.
The girl’s eyes met mine just as I raised my hand to silence the crowd. Her gaze was sharp and piercing for a second, but she looked away just as quickly, dropping her eyes to the ground. It wasn’t out of shyness. No
