CHAPTER 60: THE COMA WAS A LIE
CALEB'S POV
The echo of Marra's final, choked whisper still hung in the heavy air of the council chamber like a toxic mist, refusing to dissipate. *Magnus.* The name alone felt like a physical blow to the sternum, a sudden, violent wrenching of the reality we thought we had finally gotten a grip on. It changed the entire paradigm of our struggle in a single, terrifying second.
Before the dead girl's body had even finished cooling on the oak table, before the panicked council could even begin their inevitable, bureaucratic damage control, I was already moving on instinct.
