Chapter 104

• The entire room held its breath. Fear permeated the air like a dense smog, searing my lungs with its acrid bite, almost prompting a nasty cough. You could feel alliances tearing and opinions solidifying, beliefs being questioned and redefined.
• It wasn't every day the High Table faced a potential soul-eater. Some primal instinct urged me to use my gift, to strip the life from Maverick before he could issue another command. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, betraying a strange mix of calculated interest and daring.
• In that moment, a troubling question surfaced in my mind. Had Maverick seen the body of the guard I'd killed at the abandoned house? Did he know what a soul-eater's victim looked like? Judging from his expression, I suspected he did.