-Sam-
The chattering around the room is lively and a little conniving throughout dinner, beautiful venison steaks on the table lit up by crystal candleholders. I’m normally very comfortable in rooms of shifters but tonight is tense with the information we have to give. I’m distracting myself with admiring the silks and fabrics everyone has chosen to wear and trying to battle my nervous nausea by sipping ginger ale from a champagne flute when I feel a warm heavy hand on my thigh. Tiago’s whisper in my ear is a little concerned.
“You look tense. You okay?” I sigh and rub my stomach.
“Yeah, just nauseous. Pretty sure I’m just nervous about the outcome of all of this. Joe wanted me to speak first.” I feel Felicity’s hand warm and stro
