Chapter 117 The Unmasking
- The war room had never been so quiet.
- Maps lay forgotten on the table, ink bleeding where spilled water had soaked into the parchment. Espen stood at the far end, back rigid, one hand braced against the stone wall, the other curled protectively over her lower stomach. Mikko watched her from the shadows of the chamber, jaw clenched, arms crossed.
- Neither had spoken in almost an hour.