I don't know what I was expecting, but the cool, calming feel of the interior of the Council building wasn't it. My eyes darted around the room, taking in everything around me. I had only been there once, but it wasn't so different from the courthouse in Portland—enough to draw similarities. Where Portland boasted framed photographic portraits of its judges, the Council building favored paintings.
My gaze drifted upward and I gasped in awe. The murals above me had been done with a considerable amount of skill. I studied each one as best I could, considering I was still moving.
Marsh placed his fingers against my spine, drawing my attention downward. A door at the end of the hall opened, and a petite blonde stepped through, holding a clipboard to her chest. She was demurely dressed in a c
