Eve's POV
The Conclave hall was older than everything else.
She felt it the moment she stepped inside....the air different, heavier, the stone carrying something that wasn't quite memory but functioned like it. Two hundred years of decisions made in this room. Two hundred years of people standing exactly where she was standing and being assessed by exactly the kind of eyes that were on her now.
The hall was full.
Not just the panel. Not just faction leaders. The full Conclave....every senior Court member, every faction representative, every person with enough standing to demand entry and enough interest to show up. She'd been told to expect two hundred. It looked like more.
They were seated in tiered rows on three sides. The fourth side was where she stood....an open stone floor, no furniture, no podium. Nothing between her and the room.
Malachai was in the front row.
