Eve
The chamber was loud. Too loud.
Voices clashed like weapons, bouncing off the iron walls of the Obsidian Council Room in sharp, overlapping fragments—accusations, demands, orders, panic. No unity. No leadership. Just noise.
And still… they wouldn't let me speak.
I sat at the far end of the crescent table, out of the circle of power, holding Elliot in my arms as his little body curled tighter against mine. He was finally asleep—barely. His face damp with tears, his lashes trembling with every shuddered breath. He'd cried himself into exhaustion after refusing to let go of my dress, whispering the same thing over and over:
"Kael saved me."
They'd almost taken him. My son. Ripped from his chamber in the middle of the night during the explosion. If Kael hadn't been there—if Hades hadn't locked the east wing down—
But Kael wasn't here now.
Neither was Hades.
And with Cain gone too, I was alone in a room full of enemies.
