~Zirah~
The sight that greets me is one I never expected. The billiard room, usually filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, now looks like a battlefield. Tables and chairs are upturned, the remnants of shattered glassware litter the floor, and the room is filled with sharp tangs of blood and sweat. In the midst of the destruction, the men I've unfortunately come to know now look more like warring barbarians than the kings they are supposed to be.
"Did a tornado hit this place?" I ask, my voice echoing in the silence that follows my entrance.
"Something like that," Zeke grumbles, slouched in a chair, a bottle in his hand.
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Looks more like you have been fighting."
My gaze drifts to Malachi, who is leaning against the wall, his chest heaving and a bl
