DANTE’S POV
I saw it in the elders’ eyes first, their calculation was slowly turning into panic as they realized that things were not going the way they had planned. They had expected pride, isolation and man desperate to clear his name. Desperate enough to do anything they asked because in their eyes he was still a fugitive.
They had not expected unity. They had not expected Selene standing beside me like judgment incarnate. And they had certainly not expected witnesses.
The first elder exhaled slowly, then gave the smallest nod toward the guards lining the walls.
“Seize them.”
The words were quiet. But the effect was immediate. Steel slid from sheaths. Boots scraped against stone. Michael stepped forward behind us. Selene’s power flickered at my side controlled, but ready. I did not
