Zlata Every eye in the room was fixed on Maverick — and he was taking his sweet time, strolling slowly to his seat, glancing over the strained faces, and saying nothing at all. I could feel Julian's emotions strung tight as a wire about to snap. My own were a tangled knot, hollow and humming, a ticking bomb inside me ready to detonate. Maverick began calmly arranging a stack of documents and books on the desk, as though he couldn't feel the tension crackling through the room. "Your Highness, you asked to speak, so please, speak," Elder Jacob pressed. Maverick tilted his head, smiling smugly. "Oh, yes. You told us before that, under Article 1142, Luna Zlata can not serve as Luna because she was previously marked. So, Elder Jacob, you're absolutely certain there's no way around it?" Julian's expression darkened; he drummed his fingers nervously against his thigh. Elder Jacob frowne
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