Modric’s POV
I noticed her bare hand halfway through the council meeting.
Mary Ann sat across from me with three reconstruction reports arranged neatly in front of her. She was explaining the supply delays along the western road, speaking calmly while Elder Gregor argued that Frostfang should cover the additional transport costs.
I should have been listening.
Instead, my eyes remained fixed on her left hand.
The wedding ring was gone.
For one second, I thought I had simply missed it. The silver band was narrow, marked with both Ironclaw and Mooncrest symbols. It could have been hidden by the way she held her pen.
Then she reached for another document.
Her fingers were completely bare.
Something cold moved through my chest.
The council room continued around me. Gregor complained.
