Mary Ann’s POV
“Cancel it.”
The demand came from three different people before I had even taken my seat.
Nightveil’s provisional council had gathered inside the eastern chamber because the throne hall was still being prepared for the restoration ceremony. Plans covered the long table between us—guest lists, seating arrangements, security routes, food distribution, emergency exits, and lists of the old Nightveil families who had already confirmed their attendance.
Seven days had become six.
And Cassius was still missing.
Liora stood near the head of the table with both hands pressed against the wood.
“We know he intends to use the ceremony,” she said. “The fabric in his cell proves someone gave him access to the restoration preparations.”
Commander Rovan nodded.
“We have already id
