STONEVALE
THIRD POV
The room had become crowded.
What had started as a council meeting was now something else entirely.
Every elder who had rushed out of the hall now stood inside or just outside Janet's chambers, staring at the woman lying motionless on the floor.
Silence hung heavily over the room.
Not the respectful silence reserved for mourning.
The uneasy kind.
The kind that came when nobody understood what they were looking at.
Janet lay exactly where Wyatt had found her.
Her body was stretched partially on its side, one arm bent awkwardly beneath her, the other resting near her chest.
Her eyes were still open.
Frozen.
Staring toward nothing.
The sight alone was unsettling enough to make even some of the older council members uncomfortable.
Because Janet was not an ord
