Devin’s POV
Carlos had left immediately. He had passed the information to us, leaving us sitting alone at the table.
“We should leave,” Muna said, wiping her mouth with a serviette a servant had offered her.
“I am right behind you,” Dylan said after her, pushing his chair backwards before he stood. “Wouldn’t you be coming? You heard the elders summon us?”
I grunted to his question, dropping my cutleries on my plate.
“What’s up with the attitude, man?” Dylan asked as we walked to the meeting hall.
“Nothing is wrong with me,”
“I heard what you did to the guard earlier this morning,”
He said with a look of concern and a hand on my shoulders. I shrugged his hands off, a death stare imprinted on my face.
“It’s none of your business what I do, where I do it and with whom I do it with,”
