Kiel
I was already irritated the moment I walked into the meeting room and heard Varen's voice. The way he said, "It's about time you showed up," like I had nothing better to do than crawl to them on command, made something in me snap. But I said nothing. I was tired—tired of being misunderstood, tired of being blamed, and most of all, tired of being alone in this.
I turned away from Varen, ignoring the smug look on his face, and focused on the cluster of men gathered before me. The elders. Of course. Because why wouldn't they be here? Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice colder than I intended.
Elder Montreal stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "We're here for questioning."
