Chapter 59

Elara’s POV

I looked at the photos, my jaw tight. They were taken last night on Kyra’s terrace, carefully framed to show only Zorath and me together, deliberately cutting her out of the frame.

One picture made my stomach tighten—Zorath leaning against my shoulder, my arms around his waist. That was the moment I was just trying to steady a drunken Zorath and get him inside.

Zyla’s voice pierced the