Kaelen's POV
The healer's final words hung in the air as he left our chambers. Lilith's face flashed in my mind—her crocodile tears, her manipulation of the situation, the way she'd reached for Ronan in feigned distress. The familiar headache that always came with her drama pounded behind my eyes.
"That went well," Orion muttered, slumping into a chair. "Now what?"
I paced across our study, guilt gnawing at me. "We overreacted. Throwing Seraphina in the cells without proper investigation was..."
"A mistake," Ronan finished, his blue eyes troubled.
"The healer confirmed there was no evidence of violence," I said. "Just Lilith's word against Seraphina's."
Orion ran a hand through his hair. "She's still our Luna. The dungeons aren't appropriate, regardless of what she may have done."
"You're suggesting we release her?" I asked.
"Not release her," Orion clarified. "Move her to her chambers under guard. At least until we get to the bottom of this mess."
