Chapter 85
The ancient oak doors of the Sanctum creaked loudly as they slammed against the stone walls, sending a shockwave that shook dust from the rafters. At the head of the massive stone table, Elara looked up, her calm and commanding expression barely flickering. Flanked by the five other coven leaders, their murmuring discussion on seasonal tithes and warding alignments stopped suddenly, replaced by a stunned, ringing silence.
“It's over, Elara.” Max's voice was a low growl, vibrating with a power that made the very air crackle. “All the secrets. All the lies.”
Elara placed her palms flat on the table, her composure a mask of calm disappointment. “Max, you forget yourself. You are interrupting a council meeting. Whatever grievance you have, it can be addressed through the prope
