Chapter 18 The Ascendants Move

Noir POV

The council room was quiet, sterile, and cold. My fingers drummed lightly on the obsidian table as I surveyed the Ascendants. Everyone sat stiff, their gazes were sharp, waiting for me to speak. Silence was a weapon. Patience was sharper.

I leaned back in my chair and let it hang. Finally...

Login and Continue Reading