(Reina’s POV)
The shadows whispered.
Even after the spy turned to ashes before my eyes, the weight of his final words clung to my soul like an unshakable curse.
“The Dark Council has returned. And your reign is already doomed.”
His death was not an accident. It was a warning. A declaration.
Kyle stood beside me, his muscles tense with anger, his golden eyes burning with fury. He hated loose ends, and now we had the biggest one yet.
"They knew we'd be looking for answers," I murmured. "They silenced him before he could speak."
Kyle growled, his hands clenched into fists. "Which means someone is watching us closely."
We shared a glance. Neither of us liked what that meant.
The Dark Council, a faction we had thought long dead, was moving in the shadows. Their return wasn’t just a thr
