Ignoring the rows of eyes landing on me, I stifled my glare and said, “Of course not.”He calmly set the folder in his hands on the gleaming mahogany. “Then why do you keep checking your watch?”I glanced at the fifty Feeders lining the table, sitting in identical leather office chairs. Only a few of them looked as bored as I felt. The rest were amped up by the prospect of war, their eyes glinting with every mention of “raid” and “dismember.” Sighing, I pushed aside the dossier in front of me. “We’ve been at this for hours. When are we going to call it a day?”Michael tilted his head to the side and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, do you have somewhere more important to be?”I’d had it with his bullshit. This wasn’t work and he wasn’t my boss. I was here as a delegate of our race, not as some goddamn lackey.I held his gaze as I said, “I have someplace else I’d rather be, yes.” Emily was waiting for me at home, and I’d damn sure rather be with her than with these pompous assholes.“Oh, really?”
