The silver platter was set down with a soft, deliberate clink.
I hadn't even seen Luc carry it in. One moment I was helping Bada cling to life in the blood-slicked lobby and the next, I was seated here - at the far end of a long, polished obsidian table that stretched like a blade through the chamber.
The Senior Council Room.
If I was told before that I would be coming here, or attending any sort of meeting that had the word 'senior' in it, I would have freaked out. But at this point I just felt numb. My mind wasn't even trying to process what happened earlier. It all felt like a surreal dream, but the fear that lingered deep inside me told me that it was as real as anything can be - or worse, even more real than anything can pretend to be.
In the chamber, everything was dark stone, glass, and old gold trim. High ceilings. No windows. Just a central candlelit chandelier, and shadows that flickered like creatures that were once alive.
