Chapter 65: The Unseen Strings
The room was tense, heavy with the weight of unspoken threats. Elder Quentin sat with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression impassive. Yet the slight furrow of his brow betrayed the storm raging in his mind. Across from him, Singuine leaned back lazily, his sharp claws tapping a slow rhythm against the table's edge. The sound wasn't loud, but it carried through the silence, each tap digging into Quentin's patience. Beside Singuine stood Jasquine, arms crossed, his calculating gaze never leaving the elder.
"You know why I'm here, Elder," Singuine drawled, his voice smooth but venomous. "Let's not waste time with formalities. Hand her over, and we'll forget this conversation ever happened."
Quentin's jaw tightened slightly, but his voice remained calm. "You're mistaken, Singuine. No one fitting your description is under my protection. Whatever you think you saw is nothing more than a misunderstanding."
