Book Eighteen: Enforcer

I lifted the tea cup to my lips in an effort to hide my fake smile was morphing into a grimace of anguish.

Huan Wong, the Santos Council member, sat across from me, her round cheeks flushed as she fixed her narrow eyes on my empty left hand.

Considering the fact it was August and my twenty-first birthday had come and gone months ago, I knew the absence of a wedding band was the main reason for this little visit from the High ...