Dr. Hart,” Carl Mason said, gesturing to the empty seat at the exaggeratedly long table.
Gray looked around and recognized very few faces. He also spotted a handful of other Borises, as Skylar would have called them, standing around the room. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat.
Something felt off about the air in the room. It made his skin itch. He had been told there would be three people present at their meeting. Five people were sitting around the table, not counting the behemoths standing around the room.
Gray suddenly wished Skylar was with him. Not because he wanted the protection, but rather because her presence was soothing. He felt more confident when she was around. Even if she didn’t want to be with him.
“There are a lot of you,” Gray said, sitting down and placing the
