Millicent
Elder Blackwood, the most senior council member, had been watching the exchange with interest. He was ancient even by supernatural standards, his white hair thin but his black eyes sharp as a blade. When he spoke, everyone listened.
"Perhaps," he said with calculated precision, "Ms. Adams could clarify her position? For the record? It would help address some of the... concerns about propriety."
I felt Abel tense, ready to protect me from having to speak, but I was already standing. Carefully, mindful of my balance, but standing nonetheless. If they wanted to drag me into this, they'd get exactly what they asked for.
"I'm happy to clarify," I said, pleased that my voice came out steady despite the way my pulse was pounding. "I'm the king's executive assistant. I handle his sch
