Nora's POV
My pulse thunders against my ribs like a caged animal desperate to escape. Each heartbeat echoes through my skull while time seems to crawl at an agonizing pace. Fire races through my bloodstream and every nerve ending screams with pure terror.
How do you plead?
I swallow hard, forcing down the bile that threatens to spill from my throat. My gaze fixes on the witches assembled before me like a tribunal of judgment.
Beck from the Grand Shadowhaven stands behind our altar's podium, her presence commanding and cold. The council members flanking her shift uncomfortably in their seats, uncertainty written across their faces. Even Katherine Gonzalez, who has despised me since our first meeting, stares at Beck with obvious confusion.
Beck folds her arms and waits for my response. But this is no question. This is a demand for confession. A confession I am undeniably guilty of making.
I did reveal the Shadowhaven door's location to James.
