“So…what are your conditions?” the President asked, adjusting in his seat.
The two men by his side had brought in a few chairs, and now they were sitting around the round table in awkward silence. The military guy with the deep scowl that outshone even General Freeman’s was perched in front of a laptop as if preparing to take notes.
“You’ll have to make a public statement and pass a bill giving the Ascendants full citizen rights equal to those of the humans. Persecution, illegal experiments or testing, and even acts of racism should be severely punished,” Etheera repeated what she, Anna, and Iris had agreed on.
“It’s more complicated than that.” He scowled.
“Deal with the complicated part yourself, Mr. President,” Etheera said harsher than she intended, and he frowned. “Do you think i
