Chapter 108

The moment the doors of their suite in the Astral Moon packhouse shut behind him, Cormac felt the closing click like a judgment. Like a gavel. Like fate sealing a verdict he never agreed to.

Silence swallowed the room.

Warm golden lamps washed over carved wooden walls. Sage smoke curled lazily in the air, twining with the subtle pulse of Astral Moon dominance — a quiet reminder that here, he was