Russell’s POV

I lingered just outside the grand hall, my ears perked and tuned to every word exchanged inside. Alina’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Her anger was palpable, her defiance strong against the elders’ authority. As I listened to their futile attempts to calm her, I smirked to myself. Alina’s rage was a weapon, one I intended to wield.

When she stormed out of the hall, I waited until she was far enough down the corridor before following her, careful to keep my steps silent. Her pace was hurried, her movements frantic, and I could feel the tension radiating off her like heat from...