"Get these traitors out of here pending investigations."
Seliora gasped, stepping back automatically, but the guards moved swiftly, flanking her and Doctor Mira in moments. Mira didn't even try to protest. Seliora, on the other hand, turned to Damien, tear-streaked and trembling, trying one last desperate ploy. "Damien—"
"Enough," he said, not even looking at her, his eyes fixed on Luna. That was all the guards needed. The women were swept away, shoes scuffing the floor, silence eating up their resistance as they were escorted from the hall.
Luciver sank back into his throne, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
Damien turned fully to Luna now, his grip finding hers. But there was the faintest quiver in his hold, one that only Luna could sense.
"You seem sure about this," he whispered, so low it was barely a breath.
She squeezed his hand gently, her thumb brushing across his knuckles. "I trust Morvakar," she simply said.
