Keira Leaf's cheeks were flushed red as she leaned against the wall of the elevator, hoping the cold touch would sober her up a bit. She was brought to the most luxurious private booth, where the dim yellow lighting enveloped a few opulently dressed men and women, and the faint smell of smoke and alcohol was more refreshing than the noisy great hall.
The private booth was very quiet; no one spoke. Apart from Black Hawk bringing Walter King and Keira Leaf in, the others didn't dare to move recklessly. They just stood at the doorway, peeking in, but didn't dare to make a sound.
"Patriarch, we've brought them," Black Hawk said succinctly.
"Mmm." The simple acknowledgment carried an indescribable depth, briskly and decisively ending the conversation.
