"Alpha Sokolov, do you have something to say?" On the other side, in a large chamber, twenty or so men were looking at Killian with the same contemptous gaze.
Killian raised his head and looked at the old man who was sitting at the circular table, his bald pate shining under the lights, and he was glaring at Killian as if Killian had snatched his daughter from him. Something he might have done; he wasn't sure about it.
He said, "Of course, I do. Do you really expect me to accept this one-sided criticism?" With his fingers interlocked, Killian leaned forward on the table and looked at the elders of the council, all of them looking at him pointedly as if they wished to find a flaw in his stance.
