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Katie
We stopped before a set of double doors that slid wide to reveal a large meeting room. The size of a small movie theater back home, a man stood at the front, surrounded by soldiers and weapons, every one of them dressed in armor. They were all armed—and they weren’t the little guns the Everians strapped to their thighs. They didn’t linger or lose focus. Every man in the room was acutely aware, as if they could smell where we were even before they saw us. And to a man, they moved like predators. These guys were trained, disciplined, and knew how to carry themselves.
Yeah. Trying to sneak past this guy and his legion would have been a huge, huge, huge mistake.
The bald asshole behind Bryn shoved him to the center of the room where two chairs had been placed. “Sit,” he barked.
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