The lobby of the Council Headquarters was designed to make you feel small.
The ceiling was three stories high, made of glass that magnified the grey sky. The floor was polished marble that clicked sharply under our heels. The receptionist sat behind a desk that looked like a fortress wall.
When the four of us walked in, the entire lobby went quiet.
It wasn't just that we looked good (though we really, really did). It was the energy we carried. We walked in a V-formation, I was at the point, Adrien and Lucian were flanking me, and Maelle closed to the rear.
We moved with the synchronized confidence of a pack.
We approached the front desk. The receptionist, a young fae with pointed ears and a very nervous expression, looked up.
"Can I... can I help you?"
I didn't stop walking until my
