{Lisa's POV}

I stood in this large chamber with a ceiling so high I could barely see it, surrounded by Elders seething and full of rage, and I'm thinking… I know… in a couple of minutes, I’m going to feel better.

Their voices thunder around me. Accusations, condemnations, veiled threats. It’s deafening, all of it. One Elder points a finger at me, frothing at the mouth as he rants about council ethics, about reckless power displays, about “endangering the political balance.”

They’re angry that I went after Ronan so brazenly.

That I had the girl kidnapped.

That I made a hit list. They're angry I got caught.

And they’re terrified....