Chapter 311 Judiciary Elders
- ABEL
- The room smelled of smoke and old pride. Every Trevane man sat at that round table with seats that served as the thrones they were born entitled to.
- I leaned back in my chair, tracing the rim of the glass in front of me while their voices clashed. It was a combination of old grievances and bruised egos, echoing through the main hall of the estate.