Chapter 84

Elora

My eyes searched frantically—Slo. Rowan. Kael.

There.

Slo’s pale hair gleamed in the torchlight, her hand gripping Rowan’s sleeve tightly. Rowan was watching the council with a look of barely restrained fury, his shoulders taut, his stance ready to fight even before the first blow.

And Kael—

Kael was already moving toward the center, slow and deliberate, his body tense, his eyes scanning eve