Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight Maya’s POV The shock of the guard’s words hadn’t faded, but the noise in the hall was starting to settle again. Not because anyone felt calmer. Because everyone was calculating now. The Minister of Trade being death didn’t end the suspicion. It sharpened it. Alvarez didn’t move at first. He just breathed out once, slow, and the room began to fall back into place under his control. That was the kind of power he had. He didn’t need to shout. He didn’t need to posture. He only needed to look. “Close the doors,” he said. Two guards stepped forward and pushed them shut. The heavy wood thudded into the frame. The sound carried through my chest. No one was leaving now. The feeling in the room changed immediately. No longer a council. Not quite an interrogation. Something in between. Something quieter. More dangerous. Ethan didn’t sit back down. He stayed standing beside me. His presence was steady, but I could feel how tightly coiled he was. If
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