Kalev POV

The Capital always knew how to make violence look like ceremony. That was the first thing I thought as the doors opened.

The Gala hall stretched out beneath vaulted ceilings of glass and steel. There were floating light everywhere. Senna was on my arm and she was the spitting image of beauty.

Every surface had been polished to reflection. The entire council sat elevated in concentric tiers, their insignias displayed in clear view. I had to hand it to him. Viktor knew how to throw a party.

I stepped onto the central platform and felt the weight of the broadcast immediately settle over me. There were thousands of...