Maisie
Jericho came in first, a look of panic carved into his features, his body rigid like he expected he was coming in here to fight another dragon.
Behind him was a small crowd. Members of the Council, staff pretending to be on their way somewhere else, but just really peeking in, and a dozen guards were crammed into the doorway.
A disconcerting moment of silence fell as everyone took in the disaster.
Their gazes swept from the missing chunk of the ceiling, to the splintered furniture--a few chairs were thrashed, a shelf was broken in half, there was a dent in the wall... dents actually, not that I even remembered any of it--to Soren standing there completely unbothered in his ruined shirt, undone pant buttons, nail gouge marks, and looking thoroughly smug.
And then, they lowered to me where I was sitting on the floor. And their faces melted from confusion to utter disbelief.
