Kaelith/Reckoning's Reckoning

“You’re really going through with this, huh?” C.G. says, his voice laced with disbelief as he glares my way. “Or worse, making me be a part of it.”

I exhale, running a hand down my face, trying to push back the suffocating weight on my chest. My to-do list stretches endlessly before me: the paperwork piling on my desk, people I’ve yet to speak with, tensions in the club that demand my attention. Hell, even visiting my father ...