“Sit there.” Azrael’s voice was firm as he pointed to a chair that, oddly enough, she hadn’t noticed before. “And don’t even think about making a scene.”
Before Ceres could protest, he was already walking toward the judge-like figures seated at the long, imposing table at the front of the room.
She watched as he approached them, their hushed conversation just out of her ear’s reach. But she could see how, every now and then, their gazes flickered toward her.
Knowing she wasn’t allowed to cause a commotion, and having no intention of testing Azrael’s patience, lest he decide to smite her on the spot, Ceres shifted her attention to the rest of the room.
It was strange. The space felt both small and infinitely vast at the same time. The architecture, like the hallway before, was a blend o
