CHAPTER 24The Grand President of the IMB
“Master Darrow, I understand that you’re tired, but I really require your full attention.” The Grand President’s voice penetrated Monte’s sleepy thoughts. Finn stretched his arms and yawned at Monte’s side, while Cameron, normally poised and rigid, looked as though she could collapse at any minute. Were it not for the gentle tick of the mantel clock on the Grand President’s desk, the office could’ve passed as some sort of outdoor sanctuary. The cozy room had a serene quality, lined with mahogany paneling and tartan wallpaper the color of forest-y greens. Even the carpet, like spongy moss beneath Monte’s feet, felt good enough to lie on.
Monte snapped back to attention, the chair’s cushion comforting against his aching neck. The smell of mint, ming
