Gideon
And finally, Elder Alaric Thornvale adjusted the spectacles perched low on his nose, already holding a slim leather folio beneath one arm. Of course he was. “The council chamber is prepared,” Cassian said. “Shall we?” He held out his arm toward the conference rooms I knew were down the left hall.
‘I suppose just calling it a conference room wasn’t official enough for them,’ I said to Curran, sarcasm lacing my tone. Just this brief interaction made me grateful that I’d left Cora at Crescent Moon.
‘They will change their tone before we leave, or I will make them,’ he growled back, his displeasure at the subtle disrespect clear.
The conference rooms hadn’t changed much since Blood Moon’s fall. The one they’d chosen as their council chamber was the largest. A long oak table domin
