Valka
The second day ended in a headlock after Lucien rejected Rafe's proposal.
By the time the council was dismissed, the centre table had been split clean down the middle, and Sebastian's nose was broken for calling Evadne 'nothing but a royal mare to be bred with and nothing special.'
We thought that was chaos enough for one summit.
We were wrong.
Before dawn, Lilith found the weapons dealer who'd sold her the ashen blade. His home, a catacomb of twisting tunnels beneath the old market with crates of smuggled steel lined the walls, the proof we needed to connect the dealer with whoever was supplying the smuggled weapons to Silvermoor.
Except the man was already dead. His throat carved open from ear to ear.
And the ledgers naming every buyer and smuggler led only to more corpses.
Decapitated. Poisoned. Silenced, along with the identity of whoever it was in Ebonheart aiding their cause in this war.
Still, we hoped that was the end of it.
