Thorne's pov
My council members sat in their designated seats with their backs straight and their eyes forward, each one trying desperately to look confident even though their pulses hammered visibly in their throats.
How pathetic.
Odin sat to my right, his body filling his chair. The man was built like a goddamn military tank. He was my head of military operations for a reason—brutal, efficient, and completely devoid of anything resembling mercy.
To my left sat Lofi who was way slimmer than Odin, his fingers folded in front of him. He was my head of intelligence and communications, the bastard knew everything that happened in my territory before I did most of the time, very useful, but I'd have to kill him eventually. Men who knew too much rarely died of old age.
The rest of the cou
