Fortier sat at the center of them all, looking sternly down his nose at us. Similarly disgruntled looks adorned every face as I glanced around, a few of them outright hostile. There were placards in front of each member, stating their names, but not which species’ seat they held.
Councilwoman Rubix stank like death, so I could tell what she was right away, if the curled upper lip and ghostly pale skin wouldn’t have told me immediately. Vampire, I noted with disgust.
Fortier had to be a centaur, because traditionally, they held the lead council position given their notorious wisdom. From this position I couldn’t see his lower half to confirm, only the broad line of his human shoulders underneath his suit jacket.
One of them had to be fae, and Shay was in the middle of a staring contest w
