Irina’s POV
The old wooden doors creaked shut behind us with a sound that echoed through the room, sealing us inside the Nightfall packhouse. The torches along the walls flickered violently, as if the very air was protesting our presence. My pulse quickened, but not out of fear. No, this was anticipation.
The end of all her lies was finally within reach.
“Bring forth the defendant,” Elder Harden announced, his voice carrying through the hall like a low growl.
My lips twitched, but I stayed silent. I wasn’t the one who should be standing trial.
Aiden didn’t want to let me go, but I slightly bowed my head as soon as the guards approached me. He clenched his fists, but understood I was ready.
The two guards led me toward the center of the room, where a faintly drawn circle marked the
