Chapter 17

• Zeva’s POV
• The sound of boots echoed across the northern hall before the figure appeared, and I froze mid-step. My stomach churned with the same uneasy mix of dread and suspicion that had been gnawing at me since Jacob’s arrival.
• She was tall, impossibly poised, and walked with the kind of confidence that made it clear she belonged everywhere she went. Her hair was a deep chestnut, curling slightly at the ends, perfectly framing a face that was both beautiful and intimidating. The way she moved, the subtle sway of her hips, and the careful, almost predatory precision of her gestures made it clear she was no stranger to commanding attention.