Chapter 82 – Consequences Of Prophecy

• Orion snarls, more wolfish than he usually is, as we all appear in his living room suite and he hurls the stack of scrolls onto his coffee table. “I don’t get it!”
• He storms away to the very small marble bar built into the corner of the room and begins to pour himself a big glass of whiskey as Laila fidgets, looking anxiously at the scrolls.
• “Oh, go ahead,” I whisper to her, giving her a nudge with my elbow.