Nadia’s POV:

I left the council chamber with a sour taste in my mouth and no clue who the mole could be. The elders’ words hung in the air like toxic smog. “Why not just hand your father over to him?” Thorne had asked, as casually as if he were checking the weather. Cowards—the lot of them were spineless cowards. I rested a hand on my heavy belly, feeling the twins’ steady kicks as if they could sense my fury. Kane walked beside me, his fused silver-gold eyes scouring every shadow as we headed home. Derek limped along, clearly spent, yet he kept cracking jokes to take the edge off....