Ivan
"Play nice," Leviathan pleaded under his breath as we were escorted inside. They made it a point to keep us separated, which was for the best because Jushion was even more irritated. "At least until we speak our case."
The building might look like a palace, but it wasn't a house.
It reminded me of a courthouse, only much grander and made for a different level of justice. Everything was aesthetically pleasing, but this was a prison. I know because I have one of my own in the Red Mountain. The foyer was clean and almost inviting, but the corridors were guarded, which isn't normal. This was Campè's personal domain; the people she kept here required her direct hand. I don't think that's somewhere you want to be. We hadn't seen the woman, but you could feel her aura everywhere, and the only thing keeping me standing was the training of an Alpha.
