- Turning, I hurried to the dining room that doubled as our meeting room. I’d asked Quinton why and he said it was the neutral ground. I wasn’t sure why exactly, but I left it at that.
- As soon as I stepped through the door, the dark aura hit me. Something was wrong. The men were all huddling to the one end of the room and too many were talking for me to pick up anything helpful. I looked for Quinton in the group, but as tall as he was a few of the others were taller and I couldn’t see him.
- “What’s going on?” I began moving to the end of the table.