Eve
No one answered.
I didn't expect them to.
I adjusted Elliot in my arms, brushing a soot-stained curl from his brow as I stepped further into the chamber's center. The echo of my boots across the marble floor was the only sound now—like a countdown. Like judgment.
"If Kael could fall, what makes you think any of you are untouchable?" I asked, softer this time, deadlier for it. "He was Obsidian's blade. Its shadow. Its wall. And still… they found him. Took him. Vanished him."
A few of them looked away.
I kept going.
"You think I'm the threat because I bear my father's name? Then what threat do you think Darius Valmont could pose to your pack."
Montegue looked up at that—sharp, calculating.
I turned back toward the table, gaze sweeping across every man who'd tried to silence me tonight.
