24
The next morning, Keisha and I got in two hours of training before Ceris interrupted. Apparently she had located one of the Death Lords, and had set up a meeting for later that evening.
As expected, the entire compound thrummed with tense air.
One hour before the appointed time, Keisha and I walked into the conference room, wearing our armor and with our swords hanging from our belts.
Micah’s eyes bugged when he saw us. “What the hell?”
He and Victor were dressed like us. The only one at odds was Ceris, who still wore her goddess-like white dress.
“What?” I asked, infusing my voice with confidence.
I fought the urge to recoil from his powerful stance. Stupid, that was how I felt. Stupid for thinking I had feelings for him, and that he might actually have feelings for me. Micah wa
