Raine's POV

All eyes were trained on us the moment we walked through the conference room doors. Marku kept a firm hand on my lower spine, nudging me forward until we reached a couch. I sank down on the snowy white cushion, thankful that it didn't exacerbate my already pain-riddled body. I hadn't expected it to feel comfortable, given the cold and hard contemporary steel frame. 

Felaern and Brialle sat directly across from us. Killian and two other Fae—I recognized both from my previous nighttime aerial escapade—stood off to the right, their wings flickering with pent-up energy. Talon and Ileana sat on our left; their faces bore similar pensive expressions....