Lila
The council chamber loomed before me. After the break from yesterday, deliberations were back on. It was a strange feeling to have my future debated over without any input.
I could feel every eye on me as I walked into the center, my steps slow but sure.
I wore no jewels. Nothing to dazzle or distract. Just a tailored dress in deep midnight blue, high at the neck, fitted at the sleeves. Uncompromising. Like I needed to be now.
They expected a girl to crumble. I gave them a woman reborn.
“I came back by choice,” I said, my voice steady. “Not to beg. Not to be forgiven. But to be clear.”
Damon stood behind me—not leading, not speaking. Just there. Silent support. His presence pulsed behind me strong and sure.
“I will not be a substitute,” I continued. “Not for a ghost, not fo
