Being on the council was nothing like Sasha expected.
She'd imagined dramatic debates, ancient rituals, weighty decisions that shaped the supernatural world. She'd pictured herself speaking eloquently, swaying opinions, making a difference. She'd prepared for enemies who would challenge her, allies who would support her, and a constant battle to prove herself worthy of that empty chair.
Instead, her first week was meetings.
Endless meetings.
Meetings about meeting schedules. Meetings about meeting minutes. Meetings about who would take notes at the next meeting. Meetings about whether the meetings should be held in the morning or afternoon, and whether refreshments should be provided, and if so, who would pay for them.
"I'm dying," she groaned, face-down on Maya's floor. "This is actu
