FIA
I needed to find the lead elder. Now.
My feet carried me back through the estate grounds. Through corridors I'd walked a thousand times. Past windows that framed the manicured gardens.
Garrett and Baruch stayed close. Their footsteps echoed mine. A steady rhythm that matched my racing pulse.
The elder circle building stood not too far off. The prominent looking heavy oak doors. Wee what first caught my attention. The Brass handles worn smooth by centuries of hands. I didn't knock. I didn't even pause to think it over when I pushed through.
The room fell silent.
Five elders sat around the curved table. Papers spread before them. The lead elder looked up from whatever document he'd been reviewing. His expression shifted from concentration to surprise to something colder.
"Mrs Donlon." His voice carried warning. "You are not supposed to be here."
