Chapter 90

• Wren’s POV
• The air in the war room was heavy, like grief had seeped into the walls themselves. The table between us gleamed under the dim chandelier, polished but lifeless….like everything else in the palace tonight.
• Caelum stood at the head of the table, shoulders straight but eyes hollow with grief. Soren, Dane, Jessica, and Robin filled the seats around him, their faces a mixture of confusion and trepidation. Like the good soldiers they were, they knew something was wrong but they didn't know what. The faint buzz of electricity echoed in the background.