'Sometimes when a person is a leader, it becomes hard for them to be followers,' Wolfie tried justifying the actions of the High Council.
Jones, Brianna's dad, suggested we discuss the High Council's decision in the Debating Room. It was logical. However, there was this sense of uncertainty clawing its way to the surface. Mistrust. They could be calling us into a trap. If that was the case, all our efforts would be for nothing.
'I guess our only other alternative is to make Scarlet have her way with them.'
I sighed.
What was the use of coming here if these so-called leaders were going to be assholes about it?
I glanced at Brianna. It was her father's idea to go into the Debating Room. It could be a trap, just as it could not be. Either way, she would know. Yet, I wished I kept my decision-making to myself and didn't look at her. There were beads of sweat aligning Brianna's forehead. Her skin tone was paler than usual.
