Chapter 83
Lily's POV
The grand doors to the throne hall swung open with a deep, echoing groan. I followed Joe, my legs moving almost on instinct, my mind still whirling with the image of my mother's blood on the apartment floor.
The guards flanked him, their boots hitting the marble in perfect rhythm. I trailed a few steps behind, my pulse pounding with every stride. Jane followed, not far behind. The elders were already there in the throne room, lined up in a semi-circle near the throne, their aged faces set in solemn expressions. Ivan stood at the center, his arms clasped behind his back like he had been expecting a parade, not a storm.
"Your Highness". They all greeted, bowing slightly as Joe entered the room, but Joe didn't greet anyone. He didn't even sit. He strode right to the foot of the throne, his eyes locked on Ivan, his voice a low growl that made the air feel heavier.
