Eve’s POV
I knew Astrid’s visit would spell doom for us, but I appreciated it because when the council horn sounded across Blackthorn, I wasn’t surprised.
Malik stood by the window, his hand tight on the frame, he had been so upset about Astrid’s visit that I couldn’t even talk about the magic she had left behind.
“Don’t go.” He said, turning to me. “You know he called this meeting for just one reason, you.”
“Well, I need to go. If I don’t then it would only be proof that I am busy plotting against him and his pack. I have every right to go, I wasn’t banished, I only left to save my son and he called off the first one.” I felt like I had been blabbing gibberish. “Listen Malik, I cannot always sit back and watch Dorian write whatever story he wants about me.”
“Okay…” Malik’s voic
