Chapter 12: I Allow It
(Cassandra's POV)
The room buzzed with tension, thick enough to cut, as Elder Marcus Gray watched every move I made. His steady gray eyes were sharp, probing, and carried undeniable curiosity.
I stood at the edge of Alexander’s private chambers, my hand poised over my kit of ancient silver needles. My fingers hovered, the faint light from the chandelier glinting off their polished surface.
The silence was almost unnerving. Nobody dared to speak as I began arranging the needles with precision.
Elder Marcus broke the stillness first. "The formation…" he murmured, his breath catching slightly. "Moon’s Tears."
I glanced up, meeting his eyes. The slight widening of his pupils betrayed just how much the weight of those words affected him.
Recognition.
Good.
