Darius exhaled slowly and shook his head, his gaze drifting out toward the darkened windows of the Keep. The long hall that had once been filled with voices and people roaming about now lay quiet. Silas stood beside him, arms crossed over his broad chest, expression unreadable.
The council chamber had been cleared some minutes ago. Ryker had given him a quiet nod on his way out. Livia had been the last to leave, pausing only to flick her brown eyes between the two men as if to remind Darius not to let Silas needle him too much. He appreciated the warning, though it wasn't necessary.
