ZEVIAR
I couldn't go back to my room.
The events in the council chambers were a lot to take in. Watching them plot to break my bond with Lyra was hard enough, but then my father's announcement–mate Morgana or die–left me reeling.
So I went to my office.
As soon as the door shut, I lost it. I slammed my fist on the desk, sending papers flying. A lamp went over, shattering on the floor.
"We should have ripped his throat out," Zayn snarled. "The council. All of them."
“We can't.”
"Why not? They took our mate from us!"
“I know, but fighting them head-on would only make things worse.”
I had to think, to come up with a plan, to find a way out of this mess. I was pacing when I heard a knock at the door. "What?" I snapped.
The door opened, and Morgana stepped inside.
Of course.
"I thou
