Chapter 83

• I pulled myself back in, allowing my aura to recede just enough to give them room to breathe. I was fucking furious, and it felt like there was lava in my veins, but it wasn’t time to erupt. Not yet.
• The tension in the chamber was palpable, the air thick with the scent of unease as the council members gasped for air. I stood my ground, my gaze steely and unflinching as it swept over them, daring them to challenge the authority that thrummed through my veins.
• Then, as if sensing how much I needed an anchor, a subtle pressure wrapped around my hand—a silent reassurance amidst the storm of discord. Elroy’s hand wove itself into mine with the ease of puzzle pieces snapping together, and I breathed.