Trsitan

I sat at the head of the long table in the council room with the five fucking elders arranged on either side like judgmental statues.

Marcus stood by the door, his face expressionless but I could see the satisfaction lurking underneath. The bastard probably thought this meeting would be the final nail in Delilah's coffin.

He had no fucking idea.

The doors opened and Sera walked in still in her patrol gear and mud on her boots and exhaustion in her eyes. She'd been out there for ...