"Oh, Kael… you're here,"
Eir lift his head. His voice sounded calm, but something in his eyes said otherwise.
The room didn't feel normal. The air felt tight, like it had soaked in too many whispers.
A long black table stretched down the center. Its surface was flat, dull, and empty—like it didn't want to reflect anything. The lights above weren't bright enough. They threw long shadows that clung to the walls and stretched behind the people already seated.
Mia and Kevin sat near the middle. Both sat straight, like every move was part of a plan. Around them sat others—faces the brothers didn't know—but each one gave off the same thing: strength and Control.
Eir sat at the head of the table, where the power always rested.
"Welcome,"
He said, his fingers were interlocked.
"Where are your brothers?"
Kael glanced back, then frowned.
"Huh. Thought they were right behind me."
The doors hissed open again. Max and Ash stepped in.
"Sorry we're late,"
