Gabby
My pulse has calmed and the sweat across my brow has dried, leaving behind a greasy shine by the time Tia Cole walks into the room. I think I"ve been sitting here for hours, but I have no way to be sure. She sits across from me and rests her hands on the table as the men in the room mutter “your Reverence” and back out through the door.
“I was wondering when I would have to see you again,” Tia begins.
“Waiting for me to find out how messed up this place is?” I ask in a voice that suddenly doesn"t sound like my own. It sounds harsher, angrier.
“We were hoping you wouldn"t be a problem, but I see that isn"t going to be the case, is it?” She looks towards the door. She"s waiting for something. I just don"t know what. I don"t answer her question because I don"t see the point. Instead
