Adrian’s POVThe dining-hall doors boomed shut behind the last guard and the iron bar slid into place with a final, deafening clang.Locked. From the outside. No one was leaving until I said so.Thomas had Levi face-down on the marble, one heavy boot planted squarely between his shoulder blades, Levi’s arms wrenched so high behind him I could hear the joints creak. Everyone else sat exactly where I’d left them, hands flat on the table, not daring to breathe too loud.I rolled my shoulders once, cracked my neck, and let the silence stretch until it felt like it would snap.“Finally,” I exhaled, almost to myself. “Alone.”I flicked two fingers at the nearest guard. “Take Prince Ronan to the south wing. His family will be retiring soon, once I’m done fixing their attitude.”Ronan stood without a word, not even sparing his family a glance. His mother’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. “You traitor,” she hissed under her breath. “How could you betray your
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