“Hello, Leo. I cannot even imagine what you’re feeling right now,” Emerald turned to face Leo and speaking softly .

With narrowed eyes, Leo maintained the menacing glare.

They were in a room too small and nondescript to be a conference room or even an office. Perhaps it was some sort of training room. At its center was a cheap white plastic folding table of the kind ubiquitous at picnics. The table was surrounded by the most utilitarian of metal folding ...