As the double doors of the advisory chamber creaked shut behind him, David exhaled a slow breath, finally free from the scrutinizing gaze of the elders. He left them behind to debate matters far beyond his control—or so he hoped. The likelihood that their conversation would drift back to him was slim, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that his involvement in family affairs wasn't over, not by a long shot.
His mind swirled around the recent turn of events, particularly the dramatic entrance of the final elder—Elder La Muerte. She had cut the interrogation short, much earlier than David had anticipated. But it wasn't her interruption that troubled him most; it was the aura she carried. The bloodlust that seemed to seep from her, hidden beneath her otherwise relaxed demeanor, was unmistakable.
