Tristan
"No f*cking way!"
I hadn't realized that the words had slipped out of my mouth, until I felt the quick jab to my ribs. Roane had, not so discreetly, jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow. While it got me to shut my mouth, it didn't clear my mind from all the crazy thoughts that were beginning to fill it.
I was not prepared for this. F*ck none of us had even considered this. How could this be happening? This wasn't right. This couldn't be right. Everything was depending on Rogan being here at this meeting, so the fact that he was not in this room right now was making Kesh lose his mind.
Trying to seem cool and collected was getting harder and harder by the second and I had no idea how long I was going to be able to keep Kesh under control let alone keep myself from bolting from this room and heading to Blood Mist.
