Irina’s POV
The resolve that had solidified under the moonlight held firm through the night. The next morning, I walked into Derek's office with a newfound steadiness. Aiden was already there, standing by the window, his posture radiating a calm, focused energy that hadn't been there before. He turned as I entered, and his gaze was like a physical touch—assessing, protective, and filled with a silent promise.
Derek sat behind his desk, his expression grim. "They've made their first move," he said without preamble, sliding a single sheet of paper across the polished wood. "This was presented to the Council this morning."
I picked it up. It was a photocopy of a letter. My eyes scanned the familiar, looping handwriting—a near-perfect imitation of my own.
'I can't stand the sight of her. S
