Gordon clenched his jaw, the sinews in his neck tight with tension. His eyes flicked between the women, then locked onto Liam, who stood silently behind Mystica. "This is a damn setup," he growled. "You're all in on this—parading me like some traitor—"
"You are a traitor," Lucy said, her tone cold and unwavering. "A traitor not only to the crown, but to your blood, your people, and to everything Omer tried to protect. So now, Gordon Rvack… you're going to tell us why."
Mystica crossed her arms, her gaze sharp as glass. "Let's start with how you came into contact with Sylvathar. What conditions came with the power he gave you? How do you speak to him? And Gordon—don't waste our time with lies. I promise, you won't like where that leads."
