Nevara
Thoren’s patience finally snapped.
Not loudly. Not with shouting.
It was colder than that.
“Enough talking,” he said. “Bring out Noah, and we’ll be on our way. You can stay here and live your twisted lives however you see fit, as long as you are not forcing anyone into this lifestyle.”
The room went still.
Brent didn’t bristle. He didn’t look offended. If anything, he looked almost amused, which only made the tension under my skin tighten further.
“No,” he said calmly. “It’s not going to be that simple.”
Thoren’s expression hardened.
Brent clasped his hands behind his back and took a slow step forward, his posture relaxed in a way that felt deliberate.
“You,” he said, looking between the three of us, “are going to turn around and walk out of here exactly the same way you c
