"That's enough." Cyrus enters the room, dragging me along with him.
Everyone present in the hall bows their head once, acknowledging his presence. I bow my head back once I realize they are actually addressing the bow to me as well.
I pull my hands away just as Cyrus takes to the center. His hand freezes momentarily before he flexes it and addresses everyone with his gaze.
"We did good tonight. All of us." Cyrus makes sure to encourage everyone showing a sign of good leadership.
Tristan stands up from the floor, his face still showing dejection. "I'm sorry! Maisie is right; I shouldn't have let my emotions take control of me. I failed you. I apologize. ".
Tristan lowers his head, causing Catherine to shake her head while Maisie opens her mouth. "As you should—"
"I don't need your apology. What I need is a promise to never repeat the same." Cyrus's voice is flat, neither cold nor warm.
