The meeting between the humans and supernaturals commenced at exactly 2:45pm. My eyes never left the clock in the room, praying for this to end quickly so no one would die. No more deaths. Please.
The human leader, Felix Denario, walked into the room with his wife, Angela Ross, behind him. Malachai had made me study who everyone was, their ages, their likes, their dislikes, every habit of them even the most ridiculous ones. How was knowing the prices of fruits in a store a hobby?
"Your grace," they greeted. Malachai gave them leave to settle into their seats.
They needed his permission to sit? Would they also need it to shit? This was stupid. This entire setting made me want to run the other way and not look back.
"This is my wife, my equal, my partner in all things, Queen Chloe Saint Von Jhering." The other couple nodded at me, and I smiled, the action contrite and exhausting.
