Mina
I knew he had been waiting for this moment to have his pound of flesh.
“Well, well,” Constance growled. “What’s this? Bringing half-breeds and humans into our space now?” He spat on the ground. “This place is for fighters, not vermin.”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall, though I wanted to shrink back. Seething, Tito stepped forward, his limp more pronounced, but before he could say anything...
“Bring them in.”
The voice was calm, flat, and utterly without emotion.
The room went dead silent.
I turned toward the speaker, surprised to find a short man with thick, round glasses perched on the edge of his nose. He was seated at the far end of the room. His eyes, sharp behind the lenses, scanned us quickly before settling on me. As soon as our eyes met, he stood up.
