Chapter 95

The room fell quiet, the air heavy with the scent of polished wood and burning incense. Outside, the sun was dipping below the treeline, casting long amber streaks across the floor. The light painted Silas’s face in gold and shadow, his expression unreadable as he gathered his thoughts.

Draken and Ronan waited in silence, while Gideon leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees — the posture