Felix
The Charger's engine was still ticking down in the Council lot humid air, but I was already halfway to the heavy oak doors. I don't look at my watch. I know I'm behind schedule and I couldn't care less.
It's like I'm carrying lead weights with each step. My skin is still buzzing from the shower, the remnant of Soren's touch becomes a lingering heat beneath my clothes. I am wearing all black -- black jeans, black boots, and the leather jacket my dad can't stand. It's a middle finger to the ceremony at this place.
I press the door open.
The noise of my boots striking the smooth marble floor resonates up through the vaulted hall, supplementing the deep hum of my father's voice and few people turn to look. He is standing at the lectern among the elders, looking every bit th
