It was safe to say Celeste had everything handled. By the time she finished laying out her cards, every single councilor had played right into her hands without even realizing it.
"I suppose this is where we call it a day," Celeste said, her tone final, leaving no room for argument.
All of the Councilors, except Enock, rose to their feet. He remained seated, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that bordered on hostile.
The others cleared their throats awkwardly, suddenly eager to be anywhere but between the two of them. One after the other, they slipped out of the basement, leaving behind the thick tension hanging in the air.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Then Celeste began tapping her finger repeatedly against the table, the sound intentionally slicing through the tension.
"I thought we were supposed to be on the same side?" she questioned.
"Really?" Enock sneered. "On the same side? With whom? A lowlife Fae like you?"
