The tension in the council chamber was suffocating; Jess and Luca, after a moment of erotic lovemaking, made their way through the towering double doors, their presence calling for the attention of every noble seated around the long, dark mahogany table. A massive chandelier rested above their heads, but the brightness from it couldn’t take away the feeling of dread in the room.
Lady Cerys, the sharp-eyed and elegant matron of the council, adjusted the expensive silk shake draped over her shoulders. Lord Aldrich, one of the older council members with silver-streaked hair, sat with his fingers on the table, watching Luca and Jess make their way into the chamber with very careful scrutiny. Beside them was Lord Dorian, a noble who was known mainly for his bright ideas and his strategic mind,
