Chapter 9:
[DARYL'S POV ]
I stepped into the Red Room, and immediately, it felt like all eyes were on me. The council members were already in their usual spots around the large oak table. My eyes quickly found Damon who was seated by the table, twirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers.
I looked away from him and focused on my father who was seated at the head of the table. He had his arms crossed and his lips were set in a hard line. My stomach tightened as I noticed how his eyes bore into me.
“Daryl,” he called in his rough voice.
“Father…?” I replied.
“Finally decided to show up?” Garret, the jerk sitting next to him, sneered. “I still don’t get why this reputable council had to wait on some pup who doesn’t know his place.”
“Garret,” I spat his name out like it was someth
