Chapter 218

The war room table shattered under Cormac's fist.

Not cracked. Not damaged. Shattered. Ancient oak that had survived three centuries of military planning simply exploded into splinters and dust.

"He's WHAT?" Cormac's voice didn't rise. It dropped. Became something low and dangerous that made everyone in the room take a step back.

"Captured." Calanthe's voice was steady despite the tears still wet