Ivan
"Okay, that's enough!" My mother clapped her hands, getting everyone's attention. We all looked up at her, and I winced at the look she was giving us. "Sitting around and moping because we lost isn't helping anyone. Come on, all of you, come eat."
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, wary of her positive attitude but unwilling to pretend today hadn't been a complete disaster.
We hadn't just lost. That I could've lived with, what happened was that we let a dangerous enemy walk free, knowing he would do worse than he'd already done. Politics had won, and I felt like shit. From now on, whoever got hurt because of Quinten Moore will be on my head.
No wonder Nefera refused to be in the same room as me.
"I'm sorry," Sierra said, putting her hands on her hips. She glared at me like I was five. "I don't remember asking. All of you, come on. We can discuss everything once your stomachs are full."
