My hands were tied behind my back as we walked through series of halls in Emma's house. The walls were dimly lit with yellow lights. We walked till we got to a door that was twelve feet high.
"Send her in" a voice boomed from the other side of the door and immediately it opened.
The door opened revealing twelve pairs of eyes watching me with a look of anger mixed with disgust and irritation. They all looked like they were in their mid thirties, dressed in black robes, but I knew they were over hundreds of years old. Seating at the centre of them was a man that looked identical to Emma, but a male version. This must be her father.
"Francis Nevara" the head of the coterie called my name like it was bile in his throat.
I raised my chin up with confidence. I bow to no one.
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