Rath.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and here I was, trying to address the group like some kind of motivational speaker. "As you all know, the news is grim: one of our members was murdered in cold blood. There’s no evidence yet on the perpetrator or the motive," I began, channeling my best "serious leader" voice.
Right on cue, the door creaked open, and Raider sauntered in like he’d just rolled out of bed after a particularly wild night. He plopped into a chair with all the enthusiasm of a bored teenager at a family dinner, barely sparing the room a glance.
“Someone is trying to shift the balance," I growled, locking eyes with Harry. "Harry! Look at me.”
Harry flinched like I’d just accused him of eating the last slice of pizza. "Hey, hey, I know we’ve h
