POV: Lila
The weight of the ring pressed against my hand as I paced outside the Elders' room. Cassian stood close, his eyes watching my frantic moves.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly.
I stopped, meeting his eyes. "I need answers, Cassian. No more lies."
He nodded, stepping aside as I approached the heavy wooden doors. Without doubt, I pushed them open.
Inside, the room was dimly lit, the smell of old paper and incense hanging in the air. Elder Marcus sat at the head of a long table, surrounded by Elder Helena and Elder Dorian.
"Lila," Elder Marcus greeted, surprise flashing across his face. "To what do we owe this visit?"
I stepped forward, holding up the ring. "I found this."
Elder Helena's eyes narrowed. "Where did you get that?"
"From Mira,"
