The golden light faded. Arin blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimness of the healing room. Three days had passed since the explosion of light had knocked everyone unconscious. Three days since the truth about Queen Althara's betrayal had been revealed.
Arin touched the bandage on her shoulder where the queen's blade had struck her. The wound itself had healed quickly, but a scar remained—a perfect crescent moon, matching the mark on Rowan's chest and Siena's palm.
"You should be resting," Kael said from the doorway. His green eyes were tired, shadows beneath them betraying his lack of sleep.
"I've rested enough," Arin replied, swinging her legs off the bed. "What's happening outside?"
Kael entered the room fully, closing the door behind him. "The rogues retreated after the light show. Malik disappeared with them." He paused. "And Queen Althara is locked in the dungeons. My father wants you to decide her fate."