Chapter 36
I lost several minutes after that. Was only vaguely aware of the President’s bile-soaked footwear before the shoes in question...along with his person and bodyguards...were hustled out the jail’s back entrance. Then my mind sharpened as a trio of familiar faces blew in the front.
Sarah, Eddie, Sebastien.
My mate ran toward me with brows furrowed and shoulders squared as if for battle. And no wonder since he looked just as banged up as I felt, as if his time spent in SHRITA custody had involved slaps and punches intended to drag information he may or may not have actually possessed out of his lips. “Ember,” the professor started, his voice ominously quiet.
Every one of my recent evasions flickered through my aching head in that moment. Refusals to discuss shifter politics, bi
