Chapter 65
Rivara’s POV
I stormed out of the gathering hall, my heels clicking against the stone floor as Varin followed closely behind. The air outside was crisp, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. My hands trembled with fury, and I clenched them tightly to keep from lashing out at the nearest wall.
“They dismissed us like we were nothing,” I hissed, spinning around to face Varin. “A misunderstanding? Evidence right in front of them, and they call it a misunderstanding?”
Varin leaned casually against the railing, his lips curling into a wry smirk. “What did you expect, Rivara? Malcolm’s too soft, and the elders are spineless. They’d rather keep the peace than confront the truth.”
I scoffed, pacing back and forth. “Peace? Draven is deceiving everyone! And Zeraphine—
