Kael’s POV
We sat in isolation, watching the hours crawl past.
The room was comfortable enough, but it felt like a prison. The council had taken our phones and cut us off from everyone outside. No messages. No calls. No way to know whether our mates had discovered the truth or remained safely in Livingston.
There was nothing to do except wait for the door to open.
Wait for Viktor.
The silence made every fear louder. Darius sat with his elbows resting on his knees, while Nolan moved around the room as though staying still would allow panic to catch him. I tried to appear calm, but the steady ticking of the clock felt like another beat in the countdown to our deaths.
We were nervous.
We were afraid.
There was no shame in admitting it, at least not to myself. Only a fool would enter a
