Everyone had been located and taken outside and lined up.
Vincent was standing beside Taylor and both were talking to the commanding officer of the Warlock Council Swat Team. He was an imposing man, wearing a uniform similar to a police captain, with a peaked hat coming down over his brows. His eyes were a very dark brown with golden flecks that looked like you were looking at the stars in the night sky. He stood patiently and calm, with his hands clasped behind his back as he listened to Vincent and Taylor talk.
Ana was standing between Matt and Sam, as she watched a warlock officer walking up the line taking everyone’s name and checking it off against a list he had on a clip board.
Ana didn’t know what to do, she was nervous and chewing on her lip. Her eyes fixed on Vincent and Taylor
