Caren whispered. Her anger spilled out in the tears running down her face. “Den, I hope you know what you're getting into.” This apartment had never felt so lonely, so desolate as it did right now. She was so certain Denni would have come running into the room, Amna in tow. She was certain Poe wo...
Even Jack Priestley held his tongue. He sat two chairs away from him at the curved council table, equally disappointed in Anton’s actions and frustrated at his own unexpected impotence. Anton at least acknowledged his presence here, for all the good it did. He had deliberately waited until everyt...
