Now only the leaders remained. The air had shifted—quieter, heavier, the kind of silence that knew shit was about to get serious. Parker's first original circle wasn't even here—Naomi was probably still handling her business, had dipped back into the shadows somewhere, and Elena hadn't come back yet after taking Bella.
Tessa was here, she was a queen too...
Strangely though, Atalanta was still here.
He hadn't told her to leave.
And yeah, that raised some eyebrows, but he didn't say shit about it. Not even when he glanced her way. Maybe it was intentional. Maybe it was instinct. Either way, she stood among the leaders, jaw clenched, arms crossed, face storming with the kind of pissed-off expression that could rip through divine marble.
He had told them everything.
Well—not everything everything.
