GABRIEL’S POV
We were all early for the emergency council meeting, everyone except Gwendoline.
Magnus, already tapping his fingers impatiently on the armrest, glanced toward Nora with a raised brow. “Where is your fellow witch?” he asked, his voice tight with barely concealed agitation.
“She’s coming,” Nora replied, trying to sound composed, though I could hear the flicker of annoyance beneath. “Just running a little late.”
Magnus scoffed. “Of course. She calls an emergency meeting, then shows up late to her own summons.”
Before anyone could add to the tension, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Gwendoline stepped in, completely unbothered. Her long cloak trailed behind her like a shadow as she moved to her seat with infuriating grace.
“Apologies,” she said, her voice silky smoo
