Chapter Fifty Three
"Preparation"
An hour later, my mates burst through the door of the conference room, where the witches have decided to settle in order to start discussing potential moves we can make to weaken the Delta. I stand from my chair, walking to the entrance room and exchanging hugs with Christian, Erebus, and then Damon. Damon holds onto me the longest—in fact, he refuses to let go of me, seating me on his lap as he takes my original chair and casts a cool gaze around the witches in the room.
“You told me Amira’s safety would be assured when she’s with you,” he says darkly. “Why was that not the case while I held up my end of the agreement and sent you heaps of reinforcement?”
That makes Hyacinth, who’s seated at the head of the table, bristle. “Your mate wasn’t on our f*
