By the time we were done, Siofan was back on the premises.
“It’s a mess out there,” he moaned. He was back to his flashy self in a golden embroidered suit and corset. “I can’t believe I have to be in charge in the times of a potential war.”
“Potential war?”
Gabriel sat on the couch alone. I took a seat next to him and sighed heavily. He tried to scoot away from me but I grabbed him and pulled until he was seated flush to my side. I didn’t give a s**t who saw.
“You’d think everyone would be on the same page about retaliating against the attacks last night but no. Some of the Clans want to ignore it or even, god forbid, negotiate.”
Interesting. “Negotiate? Who?” I asked. I was tired and wanted nothing more than a shower to wash away the earlier activities.
“Nehemiah and his Coyotes are
