Keith's POV
The silence of the lounge was too quiet after the storm of what happened over 10 hours ago. We'd been left here—in this gilded cage with a view—to 'process.' But there was nothing to process, only a churning, chaotic mess of questions that had no answers.
The fight kept replaying in my head. The way she'd called off her guards with a raw, maternal ferocity that seemed to shock even her. You will not lay a hand on them! They are my children!
That strange, unsettling familiarity I'd felt from the moment I saw her in the containment cell.
The dots connected with a series of silent, seismic clicks in my mind. Vera Valerius. The name was a monument in the supernatural world. One of the four founding families. The sworn enemies of the Shadowmere and their Throne lapdogs.
