I ended my statement with a grin. Raffe stifled a chuckle, then pretended to drink from his coffee mug when he noticed my gaze shifting to him. He was a peculiar creature indeed, and I had a hard time putting my finger on what was off, exactly.
“What’s up with you? What’s your story?” I asked him.
He blinked, as if taken by surprise without his pocket notes handy for quick answers. “What… Um, what do you mean?”
“Why are you here? I hear your dad’s the big kahuna in the Council, and this is a coven of Mediocres and jaded rejects,” I replied, giving Wyatt an intentional sideways glance—instantly feeling his wrath boiling through my veins. My inner devil giggled. “So, how’d you end up here?”
Raffe was a little worried, choosing his words carefully. Anxiety was creeping up, too, along with
