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~Rowan's POV
"We need to talk about Belinda," Kael said, pacing the room. His brows were drawn together, and he looked frustrated. "At this rate, we're going to lose her. She's the rightful Luna, and we all know it."
Damon, who was leaning against the window frame, nodded in agreement. "We can't keep watching her drift further away. This is stupid. We're letting a maid take over the palace. Just kill Lisa and end the whole thing."
My chest tightened as I looked at both of them. Kael was pacing by the window, fists clenched, his jaw tightening with every step. Damon sat at the edge of the table, his foot tapping rapidly, eyes burning with restless energy. I could feel it, their emotions clashing in the room like waves in a storm: anger, fear, frustration. And underneath all that, desperation.
But none of that would help us. Not now.
