Maisie
The room emptied out in a matter of seconds.
The humans moved even if they didn't understand why their primal instincts were suddenly screaming at them to flee.
Annoyance flashed across Randall's face but his human psyche couldn't override Soren's command, and he jerked up from his seat tightly, storming for the door with his shoulders trembling.
The Councils were no better, gathering their files and abandoning their seats in swift, jerky movements with their heads lowered in utter submission.
I sat, momentarily frozen in my chair. You have to understand. I had never in my life force witnessed a more brutal act of dominance, hinged on two simple words.
Jericho was the last one in the room.
He hadn't moved an inch. There was something disturbingly violent in his eyes as he watched Soren. His fingers twitched like he was considering closing the distance and smashing his fist into Soren's face.
