Stella
"What is this?" The King's, or should I say former King, beady eyes focus back on Roman's father. George seems to be the one to get blamed even though I'm optimistic that over half of the people present here were not only aware, but also prepared for this little ambush. Hell, I was praying for this to happen and I can’t believe it actually is. Now I'm more convinced than ever that George tried to give me a heads up, even though I'm positive he wasn't expecting to see me here. This was definitely not the plan.
It may have taken Desmond a minute to understand what was happening, but when he did, he pushed me off and launched himself across the huge table. I can’t see I’m mad at not touching him any more.
His target? George, of course.
Some sort of invisible force field not only p
